Echolalia :
Echolalia,
When will you come
Riding high with wings devised from eagle meat?
All the time we've spent
Awaiting your descent
Building empires, burning empires down again.
Everything we've wasted,
You're worth all of this.
Echolalia,
Come down from the sky.
We promise not cage you, break you or tame you when you arrive.
There is nothing now at last,
But your shrine is still intact.
Everything we've wasted,
You're worth all of this.
Echolalia,
You've been silent for so long...
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