Aeons have passed and it remains,
like hunters that lost their bow and arrows,
that rendered the will to tear down the Prying Eagle,
perfect slaves,
just flasks trapped in their souls,
just shadows painted on stones.
The Empire will remain,
as will I, with tired watchfulness.
Anónimo
terça-feira, abril 07, 2009
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