In the end of the Roman sight,
You've discovered the light,
Enter the Roman paradise,
Where the angels sing in your praise.
What if it falls?
What if all fails?
Why can't you break this walls?
What if my heart definitely sails?
You won't answer this questions,
You forgot their mentions,
All those quotes,
Are now balloons that float.
All the words are images,
And your thoughts become me,
Your pains become legions,
Destroying all that there is to see.
All the rimes,
Blasphemies,
Broken for all times,
By all your enemies.
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