Battle-domes clashing chrome, where crowds deliver
Broken bones snapping tones of an insomniac blizzard
Given treasures of Rome, attack delivered
Grimy court gestures & thrones of mad killers
Explode innards out of holes outwards & call’em cowards
Consumed powers of fallen towers during the greatest hour
Still they’re sour devour flowers so I shower them with lead & gun powder
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