Dream Empire

Roman Empire,

     The young riddle over your fall in a day, Misunderstanding the terms of your fall in a day, Mingling your destruction with dreams of Troy and rolling gifts as ancient horses confront your front doors to steal away everything you hold dear, The soul of a society corrupt so oft with rife dreams of greed, I never for once believe we'd surrender so completely to the mob's fever glitch, Avarice fire spreading greed without contempt, Fated for many a dark day!

    Comply with the murder no one ever wished for she wrote tragic tale of two lover's dying hand in hand, One penetrated by flesh whilst the other lay echoing the ill fated last memory of the knife wound slowly stealing his life gaping away in his side.

In earnest anticipation of,
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