It was never ment to be

I find myself back there often

A dull stone chamber

Dimly lit one button on the wall across from the entrance

Some sort of tune written on the walls

Wait not a tune more like an anthem

But an anthem for what

I remember saying those words the words I'm told a traitor once said the words I'm talking about are these vial words it was never ment to be

And with that the nation the city my l'manburg my unfinished symphony now forever unfinished was blown up and the tree was to be later light on fire severing all connections that anyone had left the place we used to call home gone forever