Poetry

You try to tear my empire down-
With your tiny rocks.
I see your lips move-
But hear no sounds.

Did you expect my walls
to tumble down.
Did you expect me
to lose my crown.

Empires rise and fall-
But not due to the likes of you.
They beckon only to a select few.

So wage your war-
With your tiny pieces of rubble.
I shall not weep over your actions.
You shall cause me no trouble.

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