EAST
You speak with authority fit for a king.
Fit for a wearer of the ring.
Lord of the same, bringer of the pain,
wear it with the air of the era-borne name.
The might and the power is yours to hold.
The plight of the powerful and bold,
the fire of the empire soul.
For now, until your fire grows cold.
Your eyes lie, yet to see, your majesty die,
by the tears of those with eyes to see (lies),
as the dynasty dies.
Ignorance is bliss. Ignorance is king.
Up until the kiss of defeat that your ignorance brings.
ROME
My power is unending, testing the bounds of time.
Vested in my eternal climb. Resting on the sands of time.
My enemies are torn, limb from limb,
fibula to femur, again and again.
Destroy the blasphemer, eradicate the sin.
EAST
You speak of the wars on my shores.
this is your power,
to plunder and devour,
tear all asunder, under torrential blood shower.
ROME
I never took that which didn’t belong.
Whats owned is determined by the strong.
Along with right and wrong.
Futility is trying to fight the song.
EAST
Demise is the tangent that your life is on.
You grope in the dark because the light is gone.
You roar and you bark but the fight is gone.
ROME
Silence!
The mob that is I craves violence,
craves the land and the waters and the islands,
the gold and the oil and the diamonds.
All the earth is mine, I’m leviathan.
I am Conquest of lands untold, continents not shown,
yet all is known to the gods of Rome.
I am the son of the earth. Keeper of its corners.
Its worth is known only within my borders.
The empire knows that the empire soul, grows, with what the empire owns
And the empire knows what the empire knows,
because all is known to the gods of Rome.