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Sep 2013
All nations are born of blood,
Baptized in a font of fire.
The pyre is lit
On what once was.
Heritage fights with progress
Till the fulcrum is met.
As societies digress
From there anointed paths.
The history lasts
Till the last generation dies,
No more tales are told
No more lives are sold,
Now the new nations rise.
Rob Rutledge
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Rob Rutledge
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