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written by Firequeen06:43 PM 4/4/07Poem Style: noneYou travel cold and full of pride,
oh high heads do they ever die?
You sat on the throne admired,
like Cesar's your son conspired.
All the moments of applause,
would you keep them?
All the masses of the cause,
would you greet them?
Heavy swords were your sign,
speckled with blood all align.
Soldiers of your vision fairytale,
in their pains all looking pale.
All the lifes you cast away,
would you kill them?
All the words of glory-day,
would you thrill them?
No master thine vision was brutal,
all efforts proven futile.
See ashes of thy greed,
here survives no seed,
the soil your men bleed.
A red dawn tells of your failiure.
A broken sword of your mistake.
No lands did you conquer,
no story did you make. |
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Just a story.
Comments wanted :)
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