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you see beauty in waste trickling down the cliffs. you won't see your trophies shattered, you won't see the monuments crumbling to the ground, you'll pray to god in awe as you drown in the blood of your muse slain in the streets. when your eden is ablaze and your parking lots turn the dunes to glass there will be progress, there will be change, reality sets in, and a delusional anomoly will wink out.