Seneca's Trick Mirror Paroles

saw it tearing him completely apart,

head to toe, i know.



and blood will run through the streets of Rome today,

and roll across the ocean.



fourteen years ago tonight

watched him tearing through the garden killing everything in sight.

i let my curiosity get the best of me.

i saw the source-less anger eating at him from inside.
quinine's bitter.

sugar's sweet.



and blood will run through the streets of Rome today,

and roll across the ocean.