Parallel to the ancient sea,
On the edge of empire’s dusty streets,
Those from here, indulge decadent sin.
Act on impulse blessed by Djinn,
God’s eyes averted from distracted gaze,
Those who live here carouse in vain,
Their laughs & dances seem insane,
though truthfully, they long for pain,
The edge of empire voids all time,
Those that live here see their demise,
Their lives; lived with no consequence,
Because none remember the empire’s edge.
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