Submission Rome

Why are we all racing to the fall
With locked lips too proud to scream?
We who once held the world in awe
In the beaks of our eagles

Do I dare or dare I not
Think of your dreams of death as a resurrection plot?
You got me fooled for sure
But why should we in turn endure
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Our dishonour crowned with treachery
And eternally
Stone wishes to be stone
And wolf to be wolf

By friends’ impatient knives
By judging father’s smiles
All falls, all falls for good
In this war of attrition
Into submission
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