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I thought I was a gladiator no suit but able to save Rome from the fall. I thought I could bring peace to us all. But  I  am  the  fall. I am Rome. With no team to call upon. I am burning and burning, madly playing my song and here there are no homes. and no meaning given to a throne. I am pillaged. I am plagued. I will be this burning city for the rest of my days. And I could never ask you townspeople, (*Who loved my city, Who worshiped in my churches, Who dreamt of lives here*) To be able to be peaceful and forgiving of my ways. to live with no fear. I am Rome Made of ashes, smoking quietly here. I am alone for the rest of time, I truthfully fear.
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
There Is No Mystery Concerning History
I thought I was a gladiator no suit but able to save Rome from the fall. I thought I could bring peace to us all. But  I  am  the  fall. I am Rome. With no team to call upon. I am burning and burning, madly playing my song and here there are no homes. and no meaning given to a throne. I am pillaged. I am plagued. I will be this burning city for the rest of my days. And I could never ask you townspeople, (*Who loved my city, Who worshiped in my churches, Who dreamt of lives here*) To be able to be peaceful and forgiving of my ways. to live with no fear. I am Rome Made of ashes, smoking quietly here. I am alone for the rest of time, I truthfully fear.
I am Nero. I am the corrupt government. I am the Mongolians. But they all came to pass....
jennifer-weiss
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
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