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- Empyre - Rome burns about him, A mis-spent youth bred Mal-formed egotism. Play those strings, play ever on, The sweetest melodies cannot shroud An empire crumbling. Nero plays his golden fiddle. And Rome burns. Tyrant, usurper, simpleton, What madness is this? Raze those cities with your hate. But as ye sow, so shall ye reap! The softest lies scarcely hide your intent, But no empire lasts for all time. Take your nine-iron, look away, Modern-day Neros play their game. And America burns! Salman Shaheen