One knows one can repel
The forces of evil with cannons
After the view is taken by some.
The views expressed occur for us,
At the beginning of wars we fought,
Yesterday was a year, festivals came.
At the top of certain relics
Is a view around, the full one,
The panoramic compulsion of years,
A fully forming enigma of certainty.
Empires are theories so bold,
One is repulsed by their longing.
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