Youth was your empire
now
its in the hands
of father time
your empire is gone
never to be
in power again
Youth your empire
had a strong
fighting force
now its fragile
and can
barely lift a hand
leaving behind
just a shell
of what once was
your empire
has crunmbled
like a mountain
from standing high
like an ocean
that has run dry!
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