english,
Literary: A Few Hundred Years That Feel Like Infinity
Swarming the battlements
Storming the settlements
Sparing no village
All ripe for the pillage
A few hundred years that feel like infinity
Conflict a natural affinity
One shall usurp the other
Restarting the cycle for another
Walking across the fields
Working to raise yields
Those who slack
Get whips to their back
A few hundred years that feel like infinity
Conflict a natural affinity
One shall usurp the other
Restarting the cycle for another
Towers of stone smoking
Manufactories endlessly croaking
Exchange of capital for effort
Inequalities so overt
A few hundred years that feel like infinity
Conflict a natural affinity
One shall usurp the other
Restarting the cycle for another
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