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ancients ~ a poem..ish
The sands of time
the vial of life elixer the clear stone the leather hide such are the tools of the ancients and such were the downfall of them. Sand fell through fingers, life elixer smashed in a violent battle the clear stone, a sign of the devil, they said, before crushing it the leather hide- clear proof of their barbarianism, they cried! The ancients, once the highest soon degraded to nothing. such is the power of the conquer and such is the power of the cruel tyrant who kills from fear rather than reason |
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