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Marks In The Sand
Marks In The Sand
Sitting in his ivory tower,
built on the sweat,
blood and bones
of those who helped him
build it – then, when they
had served their purpose,
sacrificed on the
gleaming altar of greed.
High ambition in this
glass and steel Babylon,
where His armies
were to take over the world.
Britannia slain but defiant
drops ...
Wednesday 1st May 2013 11:19 am
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