Lletres: Luddite Clone. Bottom King.

Somehow I knew it would come to this an emperor without clothes your still
clinging to a stitch are you calling yourself caesar yet? caught green
handed in the middle of
the mess a crippled body guard a shield that's made of silk can this be the
coming of the end
oh yes I see that rome is burning an empire left to rubble and a smile in
the crowd