The Last Emperor

the great American dream is dying,

this mysterious myth slowly fades;

say a prayer for the last emperor,

he has fallen and cannot be found,

echoes of a far off victory song,

provide the nights only remaining sound;

survivors scream out for one last feast,

ignoring clouds of dark misery,

feeding upon themselves

like mad crazed wild beasts,

they have become saturated,

oblivious to the solitary silent cry;

scavengers patiently wait,

hidden in their vast, glass monuments to the future,

dreaming of out of court settlements and insurance claims,

silently sliding into the concrete masses

with neither a whimper or a growl;

fear not my child;

dreams rise and dreams fall,

burdens are great and burdens are small;

we all begin,

we all end,

in-between matters not;

who has lost or who has won,

only the effort put forth until it is done;

say a prayer for the last emperor,

he has fallen and cannot be found,

echoes of a far off victory song,

provide the nights only remaining sound;

ye must overcome.

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