#9² Ideals

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Stack your hopes and dreams
Form a tower
Build it up

Then they blow gently.

Crashing down
An exhilarating ride for them
Crushing you under the rubble

They hears your cries
It rang in their brains
Yet the feet and hands did not comply

Then they walk away.

You managed to escape
And find some happiness
You were just minding your own business

Then they crashed your Haven.

They brought a bulldozer
And demolished the building
Broke into the centre room
And stole the Sacred Ruby.

Slow breathing, eyes closing
You didn't escape

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