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The Battle of Milvian Bridge
An arrow pierced my beating heart While deep in rapt repose; Waking me from my memories Of Milvian Bridge I suppose. It struck straight in my aorta Bludgeoning me to death; Until I woke up sweetly praying Underneath my dying breath. I could hear the shouts of anguish Desolation, mortal pain; Brought upon us one and all From our great king, Constantine. Who came to fight Maxentious, Roman Emperor of renown; The lines were drawn and dies were cast: Brave men were going down. We forty thousand troops from Gaul Headed straight away towards Rome; And when we reached the River Tiber A flaming cross was shown. High up in the royal rafters where The Savior rose from His grave, Our king declared allegiance there And Christianity was made. While we fought like men and brothers Bleeding buckets to the bones; And when the fight was finally over My thoughts returned to home. All in my sweet slumber While waking from this dream; An arrow pierced my beating heart Once again, or so it seems.
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