The Enemy

The Enemy

The enemy
waitin outside

With a poison
spear

To pierce
my back

And recreate
the magic

Of Juluis
Ceaser

And that
of Spartacus

The enemy
waitin inside

With a sweet
cake

To pierce
my heart

And recreate
the magic

Of Sparta
& the
hunchback

And that
of Columbus

Nowhere to
go

And no one
to blame

All that
lies

Is the
nakedness

Of truth
in blood

And destiny
in sky

Caution: This might be all theory

Tags: Enemy, Julius Ceaser, Sparta, Spartacus