The city is in flames.
They call it "the second great fire of Rome".
Nero finds peace - suicide is his home.
The intruders break into the amphitheater - only to mimic their shadows and escape the reality of the pun.
Rape the women, steal the goods, delay the sun.
She attempts to flee, but the valley foresees her fate.
It's death - there is no such thing as 'too late'.
Screams of pain and panic encircle her, inflicting worry of sorrow.
She finds her lover, wounded and hollow.
They hide in surrender, surrounded by the debris of war.
One last embrace, one last indulgence to endeavor.
Giving and taking, gasping and aching.
Their movement exerts a futuristic wisdom.
The city burns with flames -
flames of echoing, chaotic passion and freedom.
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They call it "the second great fire of Rome".
Nero finds peace - suicide is his home.
The intruders break into the amphitheater - only to mimic their shadows and escape the reality of the pun.
Rape the women, steal the goods, delay the sun.
She attempts to flee, but the valley foresees her fate.
It's death - there is no such thing as 'too late'.
Screams of pain and panic encircle her, inflicting worry of sorrow.
She finds her lover, wounded and hollow.
They hide in surrender, surrounded by the debris of war.
One last embrace, one last indulgence to endeavor.
Giving and taking, gasping and aching.
Their movement exerts a futuristic wisdom.
The city burns with flames -
flames of echoing, chaotic passion and freedom.
Online Users
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