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. An eagle lands, as an Empire falls into the dust of history, its eye catches the sunset and it takes to its roost. Buildings smoke and climbers climb. The remnants of what was clings on hopelessly seeking to avoid the future. The eagle closes its eyes focusing on one lost image. A fading dream as the bird of freedom slips meekly into a coma. And the serpent of control oozes in to replace common sense, tightening the noose that strangles the eagles legacy. © Pagan Paul (22/05/20)
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May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
Empire
. An eagle lands, as an Empire falls into the dust of history, its eye catches the sunset and it takes to its roost. Buildings smoke and climbers climb. The remnants of what was clings on hopelessly seeking to avoid the future. The eagle closes its eyes focusing on one lost image. A fading dream as the bird of freedom slips meekly into a coma. And the serpent of control oozes in to replace common sense, tightening the noose that strangles the eagles legacy. © Pagan Paul (22/05/20)
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May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
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