Like Caesar,

Lost Rome.

Each man's empire,

may fall.

Hello, Good day, What's that you say?
That something wicked comes this way.
I would have never believed.

But as the smoke was clearing out,
and ashes drifted to the ground.
I finally began to see.

Now we both know that we both know right from wrong.
We both know that we both know fact from lies.
We both know that we both know what you've done.
We both know I can see it in you're eyes.

If malice was her goal,
Why did she bother with the lies?
The truth is much more vicious,
for it cannot be denied.

Then on the liberation day,
As I was standing full of shame.
She spoke so regretfully.

She said yesterday was the best of days,
of the rest of her life all because of me.

I smiled as tears fell from her eyes.
Her pain was beautiful to me.

I said, It's much too late.
Hey, Rome was built and burned this way.

She hung her head and died.
And walked away from me.