By: Steven Tao Zheng
Twelve bronze giants guard E Pang palace
Their shadows since faded from tumult and malice
August Emperor who swallowed kingdoms of seven
By a blood-filled ritual of desecration
How many men have bloodied their hands
To fall dismembered under cruel commands
To carve a necropolis to their pitiful death
To build a wall until their final breath
How many scrolls with words of gold
Words of wisdom traditions old
Piled in heaps beside bodies buried alive
Diffused in smoke all thought-deprived
Your lavish tomb inlaid with flawless pearls
Winding rivers rush with quicksilver swirls
You filled the underworld with anguished souls
Silenced by soldiers armed with triggered bows
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