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To Rome
If I could travel along the gravel without kicking up old stones
Then I would have left the plot upset, devoid of milky bones
To Rome, my home is calling,
The city by the sea
Lost along the wilderness,
At times not meant to be
Oh Great Fire, light the woods
Burn my path as ash and soot
Mark my feet with blistered pride
Mark my words that I have tried
I will circle past this place until it rots to ruin
I will alter all these stones into an altar inhuman
They have cursed my walkabouts
They have cursed my sight
They have taken out my bite
And keep me up all night
They make me toil on seven hills
If I once knew the truth, I do not still
I would if
I could
If
I knew how to go back, to the time before my time
If I found a way to listen to the wilderness divine
If I somehow managed mimicking the nature in my way
I might find out what’s worth living and cease to do so on that day
If Romulus and Remus were sons of bitches
Then there is still a chance for me
It might take seven years or seven itches
But I will find my niche to be
