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This rock bed has been lying for a long time in the past 30 million years. Are you in the currency Boom generation has been wrung out of the monopoly of lime made Wangwai lay of the land since ancient Mediterranean vast and turbulent nature of credit to repay the debt? Perhaps the destiny of the destiny is inevitable, and your originality is also on the rise of the earth's cycle (more than wisdom or will) to build the first hegemony of mankind in the last empty window of nature – seeing life without wonder. The long history is even more strange. You hundreds of millions of people live and die in the rise of the Egyptian Empire. On the ancient civilization of mankind, the priests and the gods ruled, fought or suffered (their immortality is only trivial, since Jane's deity is in vain. In spite of the shackles and the vast deserts, the Pharaohs have driven countless sl*ves to die under the flogging. The wonderful thing is that the rocks that you have mined and you have buried are also piled up. Stone-hearted pennies, plucked from the rocky bed Wherein for thirty million years you lay What queer concurrences conspired to spread Your fertile currency? And did you pay Some debt to Nature, rendering back the lime You'd Wrung from the vast, turbulent Tethyan sea To found undreamed-of lands – forestalling Time, Who Wrought new continents from your Apogee? Perhaps your role was fore-ordained, your plasm Fated to ride Earth's cyclical exchange And (beyond knowledge or volition) set The vacant stage for Nature's newest spasm, Man's first hegemony – of all things strange In Life's long History the strangest yet. Such billions of your kind as lived, and died Heaped on the site where Egypt was to stand, Comprise the mas*ive elements applied By Nature's architects to shape the land Whereon Man's earliest civilisation rose, And priests and king-Gods ruled , fought, and were slain (Their immortality a futile pose, Their prized divinity extolled in vain). Careless of shackled corpses, desert-strewn, Successive Pharaohs drove their myriad sl*ves To toil their lives out 'neath the lashes' stings, While – Aptly – from these rocks, your tombs, was hewn,