Sprinkled by the trappings Of words that make outlines Blur on the that made history The folk is willed To parrot the dished up tale lure of a higher meaning
Cheat, you had to create An enemy stereotype retrieve your absolution A forthy poor excuse for your foray To disengage from the deeps your encumbrance
March in with legions Whilst the crucial weapon's not he pillum But the feather held in your Penned in blood Your tall tales rule the forum Altering it into the battlefield
I, the spectral guise Evoking these baring fears Pestering your fathers smile at my demise and while I die I cherish the roots of my perseverance