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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We are born into this time, ensnared by the woven webs of destiny, And on the path of fate, without fear, we step toward the determined end. There is no other way, only the duty to hold onto our lost position, Without hope, without salvation, like that Roman soldier, found among the ruins, His bones before the door in Pompeii, a silent testament to his devotion. Vesuvius erupted, and the sky darkened with ash, But he, in silence, fulfilled his duty, forgotten by all, This is greatness, true nobility, to stand firm, In the face of the storm that swallows you, without wavering, without surrendering. To be of pure breed means to face the inevitable with your head held high, To accept that honor is the only thing that cannot be taken from a man, That in the face of the end, only dignity remains, like an everlasting light, A beacon in the deep night of existence, an unyielding symbol. In the flow of my consciousness, the image of a forgotten world is drawn, Where each step is an echo of the past, every breath, a testament. We are born into this time, with the burden of history on our shoulders, And on the path of fate, we step without fear, toward the determined end. There is no other way, only the duty to hold the flag high, Without hope, without salvation, but with hearts full of courage, Like that Roman soldier, guarded by the silence of eternity, His bones, a testament to a life lived with dignity. And thus, in the face of the end, we find our strength, In the honor that cannot be taken, in the greatness of a life lived without regrets, For to be of pure breed means to face the inevitable, With your head held high, with a pure heart, leaving behind only light.
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