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I ruled a world of ordered gods,
of temples carved in marble light.
Each altar bound the provinces,
each rite preserved the ancient right.

But whispers moved through shadowed streets,
a quiet faith that would not bend.
No oath to Rome, no gift to flame,
a god no empire could command.

If one god rules above the throne…
what becomes of Rome?

Deus mortuus tacet,
vox tamen surgit adhuc.
Sub ferro et sub igne
fides manere potest.

Deus mortuus tacet,
sed nomen ardet adhuc.
Per tenebras mundi
vox non cadit in nihil.

The senate spoke of fragile peace,
of cities balanced on belief.
An empire lives by common rites,
by shared devotion, shared relief.

But here a creed refused the law,
no incense laid for crown or spear.
A kingdom preached beyond this world,
yet growing stronger every year.

Order… must endure.

A realm divided in its gods
is a realm already broken.

Steel against the quiet prayer,
law against the hidden flame.
Rome defends the ancient world,
fear and duty wear one name.

What begins as fragile spark
may unmake the empire’s breath.
Yet the harder iron falls,
the more the faith survives the death.

Deus mortuus tacet,
sed vox surgere solet.
Sub cinere imperii
fides vivere potest.

Deus mortuus tacet,
caelum vacuum manet.
Regna cadunt in pulverem,
sed vox manet.

Empires fall.
Faith remembers.