nothing lasts forever

How is it that it took only a straw from the wind to crush the thick walls of your iron gate, exposing your fictitious face.
It was not your broken walls that shook the land, neither the sweat from your perfumed brows that traced the contours of your shameless face. It was the freedom your fall brought to your prisoners that gladdened the heart of all.
Nothing lasts forever, the pillars we build to hedge our thrones, the delicious offerings of the praises of men, the soothing hands of generous mistresses, all the wild drums and rhythms of vanity.
When the wind of retribution blows all it will take is a tiny splinter from the roaring arrow of judgment, or one missed syllable from your porous lips, one tremor from the cry of vengeance from the oppressed; or one stubble, one stagger, to end it all.