Nero took it upon himself to start the fire,
He turned Rome into one big funeral pyre.
Nero picked up his violin
And began to play.
His face held a grin
The entire blood-filled day.
And Nero played his violin
As the flames consumed his own kin.
He let everyone burn
Each had a turn.
And Nero played his violin
As the fire charred his city’s skin.
He laughed as the buildings fell,
Turning Rome into a fiery hell.
And Nero played his violin
As Rome glowed like heated tin.
He danced as the smoke rose,
Choking his so-called foes.
And Nero played his violin
As the darkness flew in.
The black smothered the flame,
But Rome was never to be the same.
And Nero stopped playing his violin
When he realized the enormity of his sin.
All his friends and family dead,
Just because he let a demon out of his head.
