Rome’s
dress was in tatters.
Her
once beautiful face emaciated
With
hunger and strife.
The
emperors treated her terribly
As
they lavished her with gold and jewelry.
A
warrior arose to save her.
Exchanging
metal chest plate
For
the robes of an emperor.
He
had a new vision for her
“Conquer
by this”
Said
the voice of the crossed sun
At
the Milvian Bridge.
What
once was persecuted was exalted and things went well.
He
picked the sickly Rome up,
Flushed
the moths away and sewed her dress back together.
Adorning
the empire with her new symbols
He
gathered men
To
write a book
Uniting
Jew and Christian
Through
story and tradition.
On
his deathbed
He
was welcomed into the new religion
With
water.
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