Perchance to know, Perchance to grieve

flame rash flame rushed
cripple crashed in lust
tempting all but Fate
when she be roused to hate
her callous obligation
of curious concern
for mans animation
would hell forget to fall
had romes demise been known
and all her blackened soldiers
been borne of untold sorrow
Choice had no election
when she was called
to judge herself
at Peter's blessed port
and due to her deception
of bold Proclivity
she called her men to action
to warre with Destiny
ripple water, flow
and flow with blood inside you
wretched river flood
your vacant shores of shame
killing all before you
in this brutal game.