Among the rolling tides
There- deadly tracks storm and wait
Wrath sweeps the ocean's hide
Canvassing a monstrous gait.
Reaching for perfect chaos
Our ways will plunder with the tides
Living within its every loss
Pray this new realm, our souls abide.
Allow some semblance of grace
In our perpetual ruinous Rome
Wrought us anchored in place
Awaiting our halcyon home.
No fish to trade with our nets
No road to pave for our feet
Shackled to the sea of threat
Freedom, come with all your fleets.
Find us some vineyard that we may call our golden home
For though I fall with the waves, I will rise with my Rome.
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