And Nero was naive and good,
But cruel to his kin
Because of twisted teenagehood
And memory of sin.
He was great artist (so he said)
And Rome was his scene,
And fire-show that he set
Was hardly ever seen.
He blamed the Christians, fed to beasts,
Drove while they burned alive.
Those torches shined on top of feasts,
Stamp'd th' author of the drive.
...Did slay his mother Agrippine,
Drove Seneca to death,
And many men arose 'gainst him,
For justice - kick his ass.
They rode him after, so he thought.
Persistent, I must tell.
He asked his serve to cut his throat
To help him get to hell.
23.03.2018, 03.04.2021
Nero. Decacorn I. And Nero was naive and good...
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