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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Owning the ability to strikingly be on a rough road. Need the pride to cross the hazardous paddled rowed. Caesar energetically settled on a terrible decision. Cross a no-return line for Rome's dictator to goad. When they had passed the Rubicon's canyon. Their battle fizzled into cruel oppression. Out of the red downpour, passing raised its peak. Where their bodies swam in an ocean of dejection. The evil has bestowed on humanity a bleak. They'll be modified into poisoned minds Greek. Wanting abundance, they are killing their power. Projecting havoc on Earth and fueling flames of shriek. Boomed and dabbed same as a colossal breaker. Evil masters unleashed devastation ashore and water. Mores perished, and the Earth was scorched. God has gotten some distance from man's disaster. Drink and trust your trick isn't called. You missed the last outing for no end. Resting is simple presently; you're patching. This will happen once all perspectives are tired? Friends, we're in it for the long stretch being. There is no way toward the rear for returning. The briny exit is to move straight forward. It'll drive us anyplace we crave to be moving. As his army crossed the Rubicon River, the point of no return, Julius Caesar said the famous lines "Alea lacta est," which means "the dice is cast." This poem discusses apocalyptic prophecies when crossing the Rubicon. Written: October 11, 2021 Pick-A-Title, Vol 26 - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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