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    My life is nothing. I am nothing. I hear not. I see not. I feel not. I smell not. I taste not. I think not for I am nothing.

    I have no voice. I have no will. I am nothing. I am broken.

    I am brittle stone blown away by the wind.

    A once proud standing statue no nothing more than dust.

    A ruler of a massive empire now nothing more than a town beggar.

    A legendary warrior known by all now no more than a forgotten story.

    I''m a god among gods of a pantheon long forgotten my sanctum controlled by my enemy and his soldiers.

    I tried I tried I tried it''s all I can say for I lose every battle just as much as I win.

    So it''s my time to rise again. Take back my sanctum.

    Rebuild my empire as well as make a new legend to be told.

    To become a new proudly built statue.

    It''s time to prove I''m still something.

    The pantheon rises again.

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    Now to answer the reason as to why and when 2017 June 3rd and because I had some feelings about life I wanted to express.

    this sentence may have looked like it would''ve gone somewhere but it did not.

    Written by: Zackery Nurse@@