Rome is on fire Our gods are dead We are mere men While ash rains upon us Like bittersweet tears I'll dance with a smile on my face & face my fears The old world is gone The new is being birthed We with burnt feet & abundant laughter Are the midwives to come Until then we dance Because the monsters who ruled Are as good as dead We are free to hope & I hope we dance Until the end times pass

Ode To The New World To Come
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