Treasure
A foul smell emerged As the lid was pried Like howling winds Voices cried The death of Rome Birth of a nation Color of autumn Beginning of creation Seas of blood Roads of despair Emerging armies Into the lion`s lair A roar of triumph Echoes the land My treasure The birth of man A new beginning For all to see Standing together The way it should be
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