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