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The Fall of Athens

THE FALL OF ATHENS Let all the wrath, unmercifully divine, we have to muster, lead us in our quest, and bring Athenian rule to be in line, as sure the gods provide they fail the test, all in our time, for Lacedaemon rules, have we not made of man the equal to the sight of death, upon the plights of fools resisting all the means that we can do? Their setting sun has risen in the east, before the dark, those left will have to burn, their knowledge is their fat, and only feast, for all they know, they've yet to ever learn! Now let the blood to flow down from the hill, as if the flood has come and made the kill. © ron wilson

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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