from sea to shining sea.

I built towers to fickle gods and monuments to monarchial mud. we built legacies of sand, for our play is the tragedy,"Man." to stifle our secular thirst, this is our solemn parochial verse. "I was made of dust, so I make dust, and so I return to dust." all these actions, all this love was for naught. so we slip into our own paradise lost.