none of us can hide from a thousand eyes
seeing everything, from everywhere
Until there's nothing more to be seen,
and they, Romans, go on to live their lives,
Seeing everything, devouring you, until there is nothing more to be seen. Moe than the beasts, they will eat you up, desperate in their boredom, needful of entertainment. They will swallow your suffering, and you will live on, in their memories, in their dreams, in their fantasies. Your bright blood will live on, behind their eyes.