In wandering clouds of dust
Remaining as empires crumble, The silent chaos demands a hero; No one unusually glorious, For redemption indulges the humble, And no one herculean, virile, For the torrent of mad destruction Requires a tempering peace, Whose invisible powers bend The brokenness back into function, Till angry ambitions cease, And people love people again.
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10/17/2022 06:21:29 am
Final over himself away suddenly minute treatment.
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