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This sacred mine that i see,

In this sacred city,

Graced by the sole of my feet,

Abandoned by the sons of an ancient king,

                            

Whose wealth could not be measured in his days.

The inscriptions are scripted in gold,

And reads,the sons of a great king,

His treasures are pure gold.

                                

I came close to touch,

The dust covered surface,

That struck a chord to a past memory,

Could this be real or fantasy?  

                                  

I remembered the sacred words,  

That came down from the Holy writ,

"For i have made him the most blessed forever",

"I have made him exceedingly glad with my presence".

                                  

I then pinched my body,

For a fresh confirmation,

That i am still in the land of the living,

Now counted as one of the sons of King Solomon.

                                    

Are you asking me how and when?

Listen to the voice of a great poet,

"Son, find and fulfill your destiny"

"Victory is enshrined in the hearts of the brave".