I saw the Romans in their tower
I saw the holy ones who cower
And monsters under beds are sworn
To be in death what they weren't when born
And choosing life and spirit breath
The doors of reason's consciousness
Where tides are torn
On the seas high cliffs
Where land meets storm
As lovers' lips kiss
And broken on the wheel of chance
The plague is sworn
Unreal death-dance
To chew the corn
And spit romance
Under forlorn lover's glance
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