There are tourists and then there are
residents
In a city where the walls are
filled with sound
Basting off the
floors
Listening to your own thumping in
the bass
The wizards play sirens
People march, some chant with the sound
A
lot of the tourists are smaller then their
shell
Funny they forget how small they
really are in that
grand city
Some
even forget where they came from
The
gatekeepers, they don't own the key
They're
merely robots that depending on how they feel
on that day
Extend their arms to remove
and replace
The rope that let's the quest
in and out
The city that only lasts a
night
Means nothing but a sound
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