Epic Demise
Rome is burning
And so is my soul
Lost dreams and forgotten secrets
Sneak up from behind
I scratch my head
Trying for the right answer
None actually exists
A repeated torture
Since childhood
Fondles my thoughts
Flowing stream
Social consciousness
Everything is unreal
My favorite lies
Lay on the table
Euphemisms for a disguise
No one can find me
Among the herd
Waiting to be slaughtered
The wolf is tired
Of the fighting
Sad heart and forlorn soul
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