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Glory
of the Empire
Rages on,
Wheel is turning
Treads upon.
In its fervor
Tales are told,
Some are laughing,
Some are sold.
Raise the bar
And flag we do,
Slay the many,
Feed the few.
Westward transit
Under foot,
Seeing no one,
Turns to soot.
Tears keep flowing,
Rings so true,
Flame runs on
A-seeking new.
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Why the madness?
Why the fight?
Not important
Who is right!
When it's over-
No more land-
Empty heart,
And empty hand.
Where we going?
What's the cure?
Seek the healing,
That's for sure.
Not in seeing,
Deep inside,
Bring the light
Where hiddens hide.
Not square-footage,
Stuff won't do,
In the mirror
It's up to you.
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