The dead shall rise

The end of poetry 
       Is this the fire
            That i seek 
In the Roman Colosseum
I saw you
I wanted you 
I feel you
:
In the flicK of your hair 
     When you put your breast up 
On my chest
      When you touched me
            Opened your eyes wide
            Roman Gods 
                    Played with 
      Venus 
         Behind this pillar 
    You revealed 
              Yourself to me 
As your naked self 
      Only the moon is more naked
               Than the lady suffering
:
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:
:
Tomorrow Ye shall be restored
          From the depths of graves
In an atomic clash 
:
The 
      DeAd
Shall 
         Speak  
     As 
              If 
     Love 
           Never 
     Dies