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Built a non-existing wonder, Nebuchadnezzar. Hanging gardens, in Babylon, under the eye of how god how. A kingly endeavour, and a boot. Planets turn their heads to see. The structure amazed when it could exist. A pumping system and citizens draw Euphrates water high. Rising like the price of imagination, in swelter of exotic plants and marvel. The city’s state, when in Babylon. King’s name synonymous with the king’s name, thru time and beyond. The people go along with awe. Splendour manages. God’s thunder, a noise, a flash of Oh!touches earth, which projects. The people become caves for storage. Awe. The memory of never having awe until now the awe, the mechanism shown, and all awe. Love inside the people rivaled kingly space and time. Laws of rule ruled laws, bragged Hammurabi. Hanging gardens never have to exist until the idea of hanging garden states. The goal in time to exist beyond. The snap of destruction goes beyond the time of seeing gardens from the eyes of godly kings, in states of stating city. Past days, such as these, will be with us in the past.


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