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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Empires rise, cities fall. Soldiers march like ants swarming across the lands, wreaking havoc. But he still stands. Stone crumbles, rivers dry up. Young men wither like underwater plants. But he never changes The young girl’s hair turns grey Plagues devour the population like hungry dragons belching blood and filth from their depths But he remains The good is corrupted Men throw their battered broken bodies into the depths to escape the pain But he is benevolent Lust burns men alive Idols devour sacrifices, craving blood and revelling in debauchery But he is the sacrifice. Grime and pestilence are inescapable The roots of sin and shame grow, fed by the animalistic blood that flows in one’s veins. But he is merciful War tears families apart Fatherless children cry out in agony to an empty sky But he never leaves Winter freezes a loving heart Ice like glass cuts tender flesh But his eternal flame will heal you Explosions light up the sky Tyrants rain fire and rage down on their slaves. But he rules forevermore Demons shriek The empty claws of despair drag the world further into the pit of death But he dispels the darkness The coffin is nailed shut Trapped in the tomb, the body surrenders the warmth of life But he is alive Pagans feast as martyrs die A river of blood flows ever onward to a red sea that never parts But he is triumphant.
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