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Ambition is the fatal flame That consumes the world entire. The dying emperor well knew that as his last day expired. The sight of his own funeral urn Lead him to exclaim. “Soon you will contain the man The world could not contain.” That same ambition killed one son- dead at his brother’s hand. In time it brought that other down But first it made him mad.
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC
Septimius Severus
Ambition is the fatal flame That consumes the world entire. The dying emperor well knew that as his last day expired. The sight of his own funeral urn Lead him to exclaim. “Soon you will contain the man The world could not contain.” That same ambition killed one son- dead at his brother’s hand. In time it brought that other down But first it made him mad.
john-f-mccullagh
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC
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