.Ancient Rome
We built that fucker stone by stone
Our fingers bled, our feet were worn
But we stayed strong and carried on
Come on in
Do you want to touch my bulbous head?
With features wrapped and stretched to death
A tiny nose is all that's left
This is not.
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