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—was nothing but pain
in the esteemed eye of justice
in the heavens they reined
in the facade of Augustus

—was nothing but desolation
in the streets of the poor
in the flames of their nation
in the shattered dreams of grandeur

—was nothing but death
in the ruins of their fray
in the sands of endless breadth
in the stars that lost their way

—was nothing.

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Gina Kotinek

Gina Kotinek is the founder and Editor-in-Chief of the SPOT Lit. She is interested in social issues and enjoys implementing them into her writing in hopes that her message will be heard.

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