I foresaw it.

As interpreted by the filmmakers "Caligula", friends of Senator Nerva, warned him: "As soon Tiberius die and power will be seized by Caligula. He will kill you". Nerva laughed it off: "I foresaw it".

After the complete usurpation of power by Caligula, senator learned of the

Emperor's plans to accuse Nerve in high treason, confiscate all property

and execute. Realizing the hopelessness of  situation, the senator lay down in a bath of warm water, call the doctor, and Nerves veins are opened.

                                                           I foresaw it.

Metall voice was heard so softly:

“THIS I have provided for".

He was personally mostly,

but his doctor open door.

 

Nerva wasn’t  afraiding body,

and with death he was "on you";

the surfaces of water nody

telling words, the face of pure:

“I’m a feather bed of weightless

flutt before and kiss your soul.

Know! You - winner lions batles,

time is coming… Ice and cold”.

 

So, relaxed Nerva’s body,

flashing life, you are complete.

Mother, wife… And rivers bloody.

O, ahead – the deathy trip.

 

PAINTER scooped of magenta,

full his hand, and colours red,

then he threw and pay arender:

purple turned waters bed.

 

Oh my God! It smell of flawers -

esters roses masterpeace,

bleanch of water ruby colours,

but the taste - is only tears.

 

According to some mythologies, the Spirit takes over the body, lives in it, and pays for the "rent", at the moment of deathtime a person.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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