ROMAN TIMES
BY: VYSE A.K.A UNHOLY

~~~VYSE~~~
These are the rhymes of the Roman times,
killin each other with swords and knives,
fighting for whats yours and mines,
these are the times before A.D.,
when roman kings sentenced death to your baby,
soiders fightin over one lady,
just to go to war and die maybe,
there is no mission impossible,
cause you know know ones stopin,
even when the peasents throw rocks at you,
yo, you got knights in shining armor riding brave horses,
racing around tracks in coliseum courses,
back then there werent any divorces,
no benz fords or porches,
with leg room,
just gettin thrown in the dungon of doom,
a small snake infested room,
the era when brides are forced to marry the groom,
almost going to war soon,
time to saddle up the steeds,
or impress the king by doing good deeds.
gladiator type events killing cylops and beast,
if you win your invited to the grand feast,
flirting with the kings daughter,
sipping your wine and your water,
dont go near his daugther is what the king said,
but if you play your cards you might take her to bed.