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>One night inside a dream, I decided to find a message >It was locked inside a bottle >In the background I could hear off-beat violinists >They tried the limits of jazzy time signatures >To my left-side was Venice, alive and splendid >Machiavelli stepped into view or was it a guy >pretending >The city gates were opened releasing the knights of >vengeance >The likes of vikings, titans, gremlins were in >sight...expressing >Their love for fighting, praying to the God of War, >quiet depressing >All though the site was tempting, I never stepped into >the light >It wouldn't have been a bright intention here in the >ninth dimension >Despite resentment, I knew it was time to find my >essence > >The looming skirmish was explosive and perfect >Addicted to its poetry, guess I got my word fix >The townsqaure was decimated, upturned, worthless >Generals were M.I.A....undiscovered in impending >searches > >Adrenaline going full throttle, I wanted the message >in the bottle >It was rolling back to the river the whole of Rome, >was toppled >I had a decision to make, that message in a bottle >Could've been a depiction explained or plain written >in vain >Getting to that spinning bottle would be everything >but easy >It was no longer cloake din darkness >To pursue it meant that the warring soldiers would see >me >I had to decide how important was this mission to me >For all I knew the words on it, could be written in >Greek >Had to make up my mind before the letter was dipped in >the sea >So I gave it chase at the quickest of speeds, a vision >to see >I jumped into the mob's view not caring how brutal >The lynching would be > >The looming skirmish was explosive and perfect >Addicted to its poetry, guess I got my word fix >The townsqaure was decimated, upturned, worthless >Generals were M.I.A....undiscovered in impending >searches > >Got my hands on the prize while archers flung arrows >A few of them pierced me, I didn't care though >I would die, not as a victim but an unsung hero >Approaching footsoldiers looked bolder from up close >Many of them ran harder while some froze >Choking own my own blood thinking, "So, what" >It was worth it so the waves wouldn't >Soak that very precious note up >I don't care if these barbarians want my throat cut >In the end I'd own up to the folly I gave chase >I twisted open the cap, only half-way shut >When I read the letter all it said was, "Wake Up."

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