The Black Heart Of The Roman Empire Poem by Lia Padena

The Black Heart Of The Roman Empire



he did not know what excited him
it was the mocking imagination of the witch
a deep hatred
he only saw a beginning of the road
with people who seemed to be dragged in the dark by a vice
she saves it
it was like a brake that was getting hot
and only the witch went on alone
and on their own
in the abyss
with her car of destroying sexuality
if sexuality was in love
not in her war
soldier
between two violence
she's white
she's black
the ludus was her minds
the black heart of the Roman Empire

The Black Heart Of The Roman Empire
Monday, April 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: headache
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