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1d
Burning bridges
Playing lyres
Monkeying around
****** every Saturday
There’s plenty to go around

You stole her dignity,
Stole her dignity,
Let it all burn to the ground.

Spoiled in riches,
Games for the wicked
Bloodshed pagan vs Christian
Apollo swallowed pride,
Showed you where you’d fall
You dressed in your best
Held another ball.

You stole her dignity,
Stole her dignity,
Let it all burn to the ground.

In the quiet of your storm
Do the voices carry through
Conscience singing psalms
While you let the devil hit his groove.
No false movements, calculate
Must find prudence, lies enumerate

Play me a song,
Sing me a tale
As you steal her dignity,
Steal her dignity,
Let it all burn to the ground.
The “her” in this piece is the empire of Rome
Damocles
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Damocles  39/M/USA
(39/M/USA)   
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