Beauty of the scenery Eager to retrieve a bit From these prosperous Grounds of attraction Result of his stroll is to gain Displayed magnificence And hide To the shadows eternal cover To dismantle existing Omnious entities are gathering Speculating, imitating Until it withers away Until there is no more Until it withers away Until there is no more Scarce are the words spoken Beauty of the scenery Eager to retrieve a bit Endless reoccurrence of violation All that is left is scarred