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It feels like it has been an age since I walked the sands of Iraq. I miss the sunsets most of all.
I dream of the full moon midnight when I walked up upon the summit of Ur and received teachings from the Great Builder.
I destroy me enemies when I make them my friends.
Terror can be converted with the more powerful weapon of humor.
Fear is simply unknowing.

𒂍𒋼𒅎𒅍

تَلّ ٱلْمُقَيَّر as it was known as, so long, long ago.
Back when it was a thriving trading port city on the coast of the Euphrates, the waves of the rivers carrying vast riches and treasures from and to far and wide, through her city gates in the time before the river changed course wide inland altering destiny.

I met a traveler from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:

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| My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; ....
| Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! /.......
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Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”