Empire of Julius.
Confessions scratched hastily
On brittle yellowed parchment scrolls…
Glory bled dry of life on the edge
Of Marcus Brutus’ smitten gladius…
Caesars gold alabaster empire
Lays in the decimating firestorm of envy…
Wielded by coveting men
Legions of voracities avarice march on Rome…
Retribution’s sweeping winds
Deliver his great realm into Libitina's hand…
A vision divine unfulfilled
Only silver in the pockets of assassins…
Civilizations legacy realized
That all greatness is finite within bitter hearts…
Reveling in our distant past
Filling the worlds ears with a cacophony of drivel…
Every empire fallen
This blueprint follows it’s way to the future…
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