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| Cleopatra & the Marked Rose Had Cleopatra had a rose, Lying on her breast. Instead she had the serpent, They later laid to rest. With teary eyes he stood alone, The barge out on the sound. A crumpled flower in his hand, And the rose dropped to the ground. Would the world we know today, Been a little different? An empire still exist today, The rose a hand it lent? No jewels, gold, or treasure chest, But a rose he held instead. As he knelt down at her feet, And slowly bowed his head. Mark Antony took her by the hand, To the pyramids they would travel. Climb atop the tallest one, The world he would unravel. They�d share the bounty and the wealth, And peasants would join in. An empire to rule the world, And rid it of it�s sin. Lo the peace, tranquility, The changes they could make. All because the single rose, Took the place of a deadly snake. The Masked Writer <-.-> sigh |
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