ROME
Burn, burn it all down
To a blasted heath
Ash covered ground
Waste, no more of your time
Fettering away
Nickel and dimed
Grand, the scale of the lie
There's nothing more
But to die
As mountains become hills
Grass into dust
Oceans barren
City's rust
A decrepit mill
On land overtilled
A tribe of men
A dead blue heron