I'm not a writer, just a bored gamer...
Far away from the world, I get in my head
Thoughts are coming in, like a river flowing into the ocean
Today is the day my existence fades away
...
In Genoa, when the sunset gave
Its last warm purple to the wave,
No sound of war, no voice of fear,
Was heard, announcing danger near:
Though deadliest foes were there, whose hate
But slumber'd till its hour of fate,
Yet calmly, at the twilight's close,
Sunk the wide city to repose.
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