Eternal Rome

From a colossus of wondrous fame to a colosseum of dark renown, iron curtains are not what they have been. Bundles of rods revolve around their axes, and who sits wielding them in the seat of the scornful to judge? For those of you who have seen me in the book of the face, interesting writing appears on the wall. And in the thinly-veiled forest of the adverse, an infernal light dawns upon those who deserve it.

This time, there will be no Vergilius to guide.