The Kingdom of the wicked made up of
Emperors mad; an artist is born and
Once fourteen proclaimed an adult. He tried
His best to set the stage, to make sure that
the Romans did not rage. He built up, and
he built new. Gymnasiums and theaters for all.
While the amusement seemed to ever last,
Rome had different plans than a youth in his prime

While the fire fiddled on he too played
a song. Unable to fan the flames the
city that once was great, saw terror as
if through the eyes of the fates. A child born
to monsters guised as men left hope less bar
his songs and art.