Like a golden city, frozen in the immortal
Dungeons of rhetoric
Romanticised by flaming tragedy
Burned from the face of the Earth
In a battle of immaculate sophistries
Its unknowing silence driving an illegitimate consent
Noblemen would mock
So to do I set the recollection of my youth aflame
Refusing to walk that same old path
As time shapes me a new Eve
And from my own rib that garden is now
Burned from the face of the Earth
What was endured
Unbalanced with resentment
But always known, I know
Time, my youth, the burning earth