This is my castle the one I made of sticks, But soon to be bricks, My fort I call her with the pride that I made her, I hope it withstands that first blow grace will give, And live on longer,but that's only a hope I can dream as she stands so tall its the meaning of life for the man that made her so mighty, And the man that will go down with her, but only if he had trust she could stand the earthquake he caused as his little brother stomps and crashes the kingdom that made him so mighty, Now he stands there in his fallen kingdom with no walls to protect him from the outside he tried so hard not to see.
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