The Gray Lady must hate what she has become. Her fall from grace is something that historians will debate for years. How did it happen? When did she start to have those wondering ways? Can we pin-point when she finally decided that there was no other way out of the mess that she got her self into?
It has taken years, decades really, to completely dissolve her will and integrity, but what we see today is the result of how one looks when they sell their soul to the devil.
She can no longer stand among the exalted that command the allegiance of millions. She fallen to such depths that her loyal subjects are fleeing from her side like rats from a sinking ships.
She can no longer stand on her own, but must kneel before her masters and beg for respect and self esteem. No longer able to sustain her own weight, she must grab what ever the puppet masters throw to her. She has to accepts what ever is given as there isn't anything else. The cupboards are bare.
Alone and in a darkened world, she looks in disgust as what she has become. She dreams of past glories when she could tell the whole world all they needed to know. She was the final word on everything. The world looked to her for advice because when she spoke, the world knew it was the gospel truth.
Now she hangs her head and cries those soft, deep sobs that reveals the crushing pain of failure. A failure so complete that no matter how many times she had been warned that her path to destruction would be her undoing, that there would be no coming back, she just never thought it could happen to her.
It's late now and as she watches the world go by, she wonders how it got to be so crazy. She wonders, where will I go, what will I do when I'm not of any use to anyone? Where are my friends that stood with me all those years? Why don't they listen to me anymore? How could this happen to me?
Is it something I said?
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