Once a city, called Stagnant;
loud and dusty,
Where is the fragrant?
This universe is small, you say!
just walk,
you foot will mark the distance.

Need of Renaissance,
cease your deeds.
The fractured tall,
the chunks, needed to brushed,
commands the Eye
from 666th floor.

We owe retribution
before the tick-tock,
the stagnant city awaits,
the clock, no one should waste.
let your skin sprout the very last drop
to close your eye to avoid the Stagnant.



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