My mental mortar is cracked. Degraded, weakened to black. I alone will undertake, because alone I destroyed, to reconstruct and to replace the void. Its structures have collapsed, without I will not get back. With change as my nails, and wisdom as my stone, I will rebuild a city that represents my integrity. I will restart and renew. I will patch the holes that Ive torn in this existence. An architect in my own right, my metropolis will be one of harmony where negativity will neither be seen nor created. Comes from the heart that brings me life. Deep in the thoughts that left me behind. Work will not cease, this will be complete. For until perfection I cannot return. To manufacture my serenity is through labor, strife, and sweat. To fabricate tranquility I am closer to subduing debt. An architect in my own right, my metropolis will be one of harmony. Comes from the heart that brings me life. Deep in the thoughts that left me behind. The steel of my conscience will become towers and monuments. Ive spackled the walls to make them seamless for the righteous, for the shameless. Comes from the heart that brings me life. Deep in the thoughts that left me behind. I will not rest till my life is whole.
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