The bottle is soft
To touch
Caressing my sorrow
Crows scream
A usual tune
Prudent, but useless
I have to run
Into Rome
Where eagles fly
Caesar across the Tiber
Cicero in *******
Pompey unfound
Liberty is dead
The restless have arisen
Dread seeming to bribe destiny
Sword and stone
Catapult and Trieme
Feelings are fleeting
Houses catch the flame
Blades seer flesh
A list has been made
The weak are dead
Strong circumcised
Demons feed