empire (of monsters and men)

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An empire washed over empty streets once burned to ruins;

    we made them rise

    and in the rivers we bled

    all this city's bruised history

    no book would tell its tale,

    for all that remained were the songs

of you and me

    this remaking of holy ground

    into a storm of a city for just us two,

        a king and his queen.

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