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This stadium of all stadiums, raised
At the center of every city on Earth,
Dedicated to the loud excitements
Of spectators and spectacle, contest,
Mortal combat; a temple, almost,
In timeless granite, to our bloodthirsty
Hunger for triumph and trajedgy.
The faded drops of blood on the cold stone,
The crumbled chambers still holding the bones
Where corpses dropped under those grim arches,
Dissolve like the echoes of applause
That once sounded among these ancient benches.
Something at once strange, and yet familiar,
Ending in an awed, eerie silence.
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