The Lion's Fiest

 In ancient Rome there was a slave,

Who wished his soul was free.

Because of his immoral crave,

The Romans disagreed,


He was put on heavy trial

And sentence was all set:

For his unrightful strong denial

He had to pay with death.


The Romans left him on the aren

To be the hungry lion's fiest

But their labor was all barren

The lion didnot harm him least.


They say it must be what God willed

If prayers reach his seat;

But not to be by lion killed,

You should give it meat.

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