Born to glory, from rested ashes;
Of a past cordoned off in Wants.
Glistening in oil, anointed by experience;
Of a tread over-wrought with Cants.
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Steadfast, unwavering steps across waters;
Rolling with testing truths and fateful lies.
Hold my gaze, don’t wither away;
Watch me, fixated, I cross the Rubicon.
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Ominous flashes, crystal clear drapes;
Sleeves hung with dark diamonds galore.
A trail of silver dust, traces of despair;
Shush! Am I the conqueror after all?!
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Your Crassus dead, Magnus forlorn;
Numbers you count, desperation reeking.
Kneel, you silly man, don’t hover in vain;
Step into the dearth of your own cosmic fate.
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Listen, listen close;
Is that whisper from your Ebenezer?!
Listen, listen closer;
For YOU are my Rome,
and I, your Caesar.
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