A moment before civilizations rise, the time and date to fall is set
Like no other kingdom, spirits of each nation are alike with fear
The challenge of this game is dice, the stars that bring the future forth
And no kingdom is alike and no star is born to never die
Beyond this land lies past and future
The present dwells inside the city's veins
The statues magnify the rhythm of a nation
And stones emancipate the age
With every passing day, all past growth fader
With every breath the air dries
...and I have no air in my lungs to breath and write.
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So, can I really die in the mundane of everyday day's passing day?
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