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Rome Roars

By Swanjive

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Way back in the republic I left my farm behind Went to join the legion And stepped in well-tuned line With the pounding of the onagers beating out the time. covering fifty miles of ground lugging a sixty pound pack around Though we will not grow weary Upon our journey long While our ears are ringing With this Fascist marching song: We will march into your village We will ravage and pillage We will lay siege to your town Head of gold on feet of clay We will march until our days are done. 'et sic transit Gloria mundi ubi pecunia regnet Populi sunt servi In hoc signo vinces Fors bellique omnia vincit'My bad Latin: "and so passes the Glory of the world. Where riches are allowed to rule, the people are slaves. By this sign ye shall be victorious. The force of war conquers all." An onager was a very large catapult. Check out the song at www.mp3.com/The_Familiar Written December 18th, 2000 © on Mar 24 2002 05:53 PM PST   20 • 0 • 9

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