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Forge of Gods

It is two hundred B.C. For people these worlds see Distances seem to stretch to infinity There is little time to appreciate its beauty But remember today Is based on yesterday And new ideas constantly come to light And take flight The artisan in Anatolia is forging a sword But this kind of sword Is new to the world It is a Damascus type sword Later in Rome different artisan As the day has began Looks at a volcano not with awe For volcano as a blessing he does believe Volcano erupts with great power The fiery lava flows hour after hour It is like devil himself would explode And lava his blood stones before him would erode But after end of lava flow When its demonic tongues no longer glow Towards it artisan will make a dash To collect volcanic ash To make concrete it he will use Concrete will usually come loose After certain period of time But this concrete gets stronger with time Many layers has Damascus sword That is why it is prized even in modern world But something modern or maybe futuristic I had in mind Particularly artisan working on the very mind Mind that to have output Does not need any input And still is has greater output Than human mind with divine input That the first layer would be Second layer would be To the first what first to base is And layers keep to be added through temporal abyss Having such mind only partially would be bliss For man jealous being is Still I think it would be interesting find If when we unearth strange ancient tomb we find such a mind

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