Riot Vibrantly Painted

Set the scene strike the slate a plague befalls Rome this day like the Gods bless the clouds to spew rain from its jaws A hurricane of envy washes the city streets already filthy with the foul stench of death and rotting flesh The universe knows the tyranny of deceit, deception lurking in the public, the Senate all the twisted, despicable crimes we commit against our own brothers, our kin and instead of burning this whole city to the ground the universe glorifies and preserves this wasteland of corruption Do you not see the blood permanently staining the walls, the welcoming street signs Are you that blind to not notice the number of ill increase steadily with every passing day, impossible The riots paint the city vibrantly a sea of red, orange, yellow; fire outrages and cries of innocence ring out through the night and disassembled limbs: arms, legs, fingers, toes, torsos, breasts, name it and you shall find it in silent parts of the streets I find myself chuckling while on the run Here we are, considering ourselves the perfect society righteous above all other yet we hold timid, sensual orgies in our very beds in our beds, backyards, neighbors homes where we bury our beasts we murder our political figures in chance to gain their riches only to find ourselves shaking hands with them in the afterlife poetic justice Let the public decide but not these villainous savages, these savages... If I had the opportunity to flee to flee to Gaul, to flee to Hispania, to flee to the Alps to escape my fate here I'd gladly take it than to have a sword find its way through the back of my neck because I am out of money to pay off the loans I have stacked up A lonely beggar I am and a lonely beggar I now fall deceased Gaius Lucian Alteranius