Pathos (Zealots Mix)
In Sardinia we laugh until hemorrhage
We claw our eyes out from the podium for public sport
The fat is torn from our bones by the Sphinx
We languish like lotus eaters dripping VD with temple w****s
In Rome mothers bear the belly that bore them monsters
Asks a Praetorian to cut it open smiling
Our heads fall off like over-ripe poppies from the stem
Along the Via 100,000 slaves are crucified
From Crete to Rome stinking in the noon sun
Flies darken the horizon and the overwhelming perfume of dried blood
Sickens the soldiers who stand guard, poking them
To see if they still live
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