50,000 Romans lay dead,
Because you, Varro, fled.
Paullus died in Carthaginian pincors,
Where Hannibal yet again
In craft, broke his center rank
And deliberately led the bulk of your forces
Into a well designed trap.

Had Varro rode against 
Hannibal's Cavalry
And had those Numidian Infantry
Not laid in wait behind Hannibal's Lines,---
In their hidden columns amidst the dust,---
You may have died too.
Perhaps you need flee.
So Rome is not without a governor. 

You marched the largest army in Roman History
And later, would the sun darken and shields sweat blood
On the battlefield, when Fabius and Marcellus
Shield and Sword, would finally defeat you.
And Scipio would land the fatal blow
In Spain and Africa, recalling Hannibal the Terror of Rome.

Understand, oh man,
Job's Trial began because
He thought he could save
Himself from the wrath of God
With good works. So, God tried him.

DNA, like a 
Modern AI, replicates 
By sequence of code,
And seems intelligently
Perceptive of our world.

I don't find this to be a good explanation.
How would it have eyes?

Die Übermensch stands on a lake's edge,
And a drowning man cannot swim or save himself.
"Man, come help me!" cried the drowning man.
"Help yourself, fool, for you have gotten yourself
"Into this predicament. For, only by striving
"And thereby surviving, can you make it in this world."
The drowning man gulped water into his mouth,
And cried out once more, "Friend, I am drowning!
"Save me!" The Übermensch then said, 
"If I save you, you will be weak. You must be strong
"And save yourself. For, if you cannot, you will suffer
"In this life, and thereby, men will have to save you
"From drowning every single day, will they not?"
The drowning man said, "I do not want your philosophy
"You fool, only for you to do what is right!"
"What is right!" Cried the Übermensch!
"What is right? What is right?"
The drowning man then cried out,
"To save a poor wretch from a miserable death!"
"I do not think that is right... for if I save you
"You will only drown yourself again.
"I will let you strive to get yourself out of this."
To which, the man drowned. And the Übermensch
Said, "Pity. I could have taught him a great lesson
"If he would have only listened, and saved himself
"And not look to me. Why ought I? Why?"
The Übermensch then frowned, and a sick feeling
Came to the pit of his stomach, realizing
He had just murdered a man.
He pushed it way down into his belly, and ate it.
And reasoned with himself not to feel remorse.

He hangs.
Rope taught around his wrists.
A nail plugged straight through his flexor tendons
And Achilles tendon.
He hangs.

"I wished
"Only to be free, for I fought
"For Rome, but was Thracian.
"It was die in a carnaval, or like this.
"I wished."

The He Goat makes his claim,
"Make society flourish, by letting 
"Them make loves through sodomy;
"Dismember the flower, breast and womb."

The Ram then made his claim,
"No, for then my peoples will
"Not grow in their numbers, and will
"Wane. Let only the two sexes mate."

Armies glibly cross a frozen lake
And in true action hero form
Napoleon shoots cannon balls
And breaks the ice. The men fall through.
I then realize that on a battlefield,
Once, that probably happened,
And real men were killed.
Not actors playing a game.

Child's play is not evil, though,
Neither are army men,
Neither are war movies
Or battlefield simulators.
Just, the idea is wrong
When it no longer is just a game.

Of old, you set your statutes
And from high up, corruption
Seeps into the land. The land.
The statutes of Omri are followed
And the man of wisdom cries out,
"His ethos is unlawful! Let man
"Be at liberty, and let the rich
"Pay a fair wage to their laborer!
"Let the peoples not deal with violence
"And let all striving and contention cease!
"Give honor to God, and do what's just
"And be humble, and merciful
"And proceed with right judgment!"

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π = x² = 3.14159265359...
τ = x³ = 6.28318530718...

The rivers are diverted,
The walls are being braced...
The land is blackened by fire.
Yet... the Chamberlain eats
Drinks, and lays with many
Beautiful maidens, saying,
"The enemy will make a breach
"And I will surely die.
"I shall make my fortress of stone
"And hide in comfort abase the waste."
Who do you make the king's ministers?
Why is there such corruption in the land?
O, Shebna? Who do you appoint?