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Hear the lions roar the coloseum serenades
Their mighty growls make you think they didn't eat for a week
Running for your life but once you've caught his eye
then kiss your as* goodbye
You scream in anguish, but the audience favour the lion
Christianity, inferiority, food for the lions in the roman game
Nero's heroes
I bite off your legs
No, no, please God no
I'll grind your crispy bones and I rip your flesh
Our majesty's favourite game and death is the first prize