The Unfairness Of Angels

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All things great are destroyed
Only to be replaced by stronger things
Through pain, knowledge is formed
Rome wasn't built in a day
But, it was built

Empires raised from ashen soil
Based on Foundations of known mistakes
Stitched together and bounded by history
The only truly known infallible fact
Empires are immortal

A new Empire is being built
From fragments of past failures
Thrown into the burning fires of self worth
The sound of the blacksmiths tools echo
Things which are reborn, remade, forging

A New Empire!



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