This building stood for greatness for generations. Brilliance over brilliance for brilliance. Along these halls stood faces each different from the other, placed for their successes way beyond human expectations. Laid anonymous except for those who seek us.
In the center of the foyer stood a bronze and copper plaque, which said:
Our wisdom bear burdens to these walls and our knowledge shall lay bear our liberty - our stability.Or at least, that's what they told me it translated to. Archaic.
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So you were shunned; at no one's fault but you're own.
The winds felt calm up here; like a light but chill spring breeze balanced from the hint of warmth luminescence of the sun. The only reason of my presence up here are but merely as a temporary overseer - ruler by pen, as they say.
And you stood there; for the last time.
"Do you want me to explain?" You plead.
I gave you nothing but a faint sigh. Hmmph.
"I didn't want to . . ." You tried to continue, stopped as I turn to face you.
"You act as if I cared. We were there.
In the face of everyone here, you spoke so confidently, so convinced. In every word, you stood your ground. Base only but from a whisper of a right-hand, you spoke in tear-shed and sorrow.
Betrayal. Lies really.
There was no betrayal, in fact the only presence for the idea of betrayal began right after you mentioned it. And when you were called upon, you denied everything. Deciding to point finger to the liar despite words you said weeks before.
The coup never existed - never began. You created the coup, you created your own betrayal."
written by M. edited by I.O.
"based on Eon Rose and Methodical."
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