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What is your dominion?
Your ravaged terrain is bleeding
Your soldiers fallen, leaving
Like ghosts floating across
A broken sky
What is your dominion?
This grasp for power petty
A childhood dream gone sour
And at this appointed hour
You strike to cruelly push
Your brothers back
What is your dominion?
Your throne will sit precarious
Not on iron, stone or earth
But on shifting sands of uncertainty
As all despots you will glower
With your fears of overthrow
Until the time comes and you know
The savagery of another’s sword
So like your own

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