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The stars, they shake

and the planets sigh.

Under that iron scepter,

all they can do is lament.

Beauty of human ruins

that lay in shallow mass graves

and of shattered civilization

unable to stand against time.

How can one but adore

these glorious marks and wonders,

that immense power

of which nothing can escape?

Your glory is laid on the fact

that what is within your reach

does not hold any value.