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Pictures of Antiquity

Standing proud are the buildings they’ve erected Bold and tall, contemporarily dressed in concrete and metal attire Architects of the future laying down their visionary foundation in the present Rising up from the ground are their impure skyscraper dreams of global domination A false resurrection, that in due time will be torn down Can’t you see it? Look at the ancient Roman Coliseum, a picture of antiquity Showing us what the future of modern conquerors will be Broken down stones covered with weeds, portal doors to the gladiator arena cast asunder Ancient roars no longer yielding any amphitheater noise All of their false high places rent crumbling to the ground Can’t you see it? Look at the ancient Egyptian Pyramids, a picture of antiquity Showing us what the future of modern conquistadors will be Pharaonis schemes of world domination dreams, chambers of a death tomb buried in dirt green Ancient sepulchers of twice wicked evil men, who didn’t believe in God’s miracles These be the pictures of antiquity, showing us the flawed structures of inhumanity These be the pictures of antiquity, created by architects of a doomed history

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Date: 8/24/2021 1:55:00 AM
This was an awesome read. I'm actually rather haunted by it because it reminds me well that someday when all our lives are over, people will look back on us as the past and marvel in what we created while they push ever on into what they call modern.
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Date: 7/15/2017 5:10:00 PM
Dear Freddie, Your poem reminds me of Shelley's Ozymandias. A good read. Regards, Ram
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Date: 7/11/2017 7:10:00 AM
They crumbled because they were built on man's vanity. Nothing of man will last. Great write, Freddie. People better start paying more attention to history!
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Date: 7/11/2017 2:27:00 AM
This is very well written Freddie, I am awed. And you are so right also... Love it how you shaped the poem.
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Date: 7/10/2017 11:20:00 PM
This is a very candid poem which says a lot about the unsaid. I love this one, Freddie.
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Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 7/11/2017 11:41:00 AM
Ty, Afzal. Your insightful comments says a lot about your spiritual awareness as well. Much love and peace always.
Date: 7/10/2017 2:51:00 PM
We need reminders from the past to lend honesty to the future. Powerful write as usual, Friend Freddie...
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Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 7/11/2017 11:40:00 AM
Ty, Charlie. Your loving comments are always appreciated, bro. Love and joy always.
Date: 7/10/2017 1:40:00 PM
You are a poem of amazing talent, Freddie. I loved this piece. I like how you used the flashback method to make your point. Great write.
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Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 7/11/2017 11:25:00 AM
Ty, Eileen. Your loving comments makes my muse smile. Love and joy always.
Date: 7/10/2017 11:41:00 AM
God allows us to see the ruins. We see that life and evil does not last. They fizzle into history. God's book will reveal our steps. One should quake at the thought. Except Jesus!
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Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 7/11/2017 11:24:00 AM
Ty, Kim. Very perceptive comment. That's why I used the Roman empire reference, they were the ruling power that crucified Jesus Christ. Then their empire got swept away by the winds of time. Love your thoughtful support. Love always.
Date: 7/10/2017 9:27:00 AM
Very boldly written, Freddie. It's not the past that will be important, but what God has promised for the future. The architecture of the monuments you described are crumbling, but in His Paradise nothing will be led to ruin.
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Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 7/10/2017 9:53:00 AM
I agree totally w/you, Lin. Ty for stopping by and giving your wise insight on weighty spiritual matters. Love always.

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