All Hope Is Lost

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All hope is lost,
My friends:

We scaled back the tower of babble,
Too many languages on the tip of my tongue to recognize
which one was of fire
And which one was ice,
And which one held the keys to the victory
So soon won,
Yet now with no more masons at their basins
Playing a game of dice.

Copyright 2017 Golden Star Poetry

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