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Rome, master of the earth,
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in the 18th year of the emperor Tiberius.
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Our legions stand guard
on the boundaries of civilisation
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from the foggy coasts of the northern seas
to the ancient rivers of Babylon,
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the fiinest fiighting machines in history.
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the people of 30 lands send us tribute:
their gold and silk, ivory and frankincense,
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and their proudest sons to be our slaves.
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We have reached the point where there
are more slaves in Rome than citizens.
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Some say we are only looters
of what others have created,
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that we create nothing ourselves.
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But we have made gods,
fiine gods and goddesses,
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who make love
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and war.
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Huntresses
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and drunkards.
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But the power lies not in their hands
of marble, but in ours of flesh.
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We, the nobles of Rome, are free
to live only for our own pleasure.
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Could any god offer us more?
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Today we traffiic in human souls.
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the slave market is crowded because the
emperor's heir and regent, young Caligula,
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is coming to buy gladiators.
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He probably will not be pleased to see me.