Roman Thrills
There's no experience like learning that most chaos kills
I won't lie or pretend this, x marks the spot my skin chills
An orange moon doesn't negotiate, what darkness wills
An existence plagued by pharmacies making bitter pills
So I'm crawling against the surge, brought by appalling stills
Disturbed by what relegates, our open hearts into, Roman thrills
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