even if the ( ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ ) crumbles & the brilliant ( ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ) rusts. as the empty shells of ( ᴘᴀᴡɴs ) pile up & we rest upon their ( ᴅᴇᴄᴀʏ ). there is poetry in despair, & we sang with unrivaled beauty. bitter elegies of savagery & eloquence of blue & grey. ˢᵉᶫᵉᶜᵗᶦᵛᵉ ﹠ ᶦᶰᵈᵉᵖᵉᶰᵈᵉᶰᵗ· ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᵇʸ ᵉᶫ· ⌊ ᵉᶰᵗᵉʳ⌉















