Thousandfold

Sprinkled by the trappings Of words make the outlines Blur on the showplace of made history The folk is willed Parrot the dished up tale The lure of a higher meaning Cheat, you had to create An enemy stereotype To receive your absolution A frothy, poor excuse for your foray To disengage the deeps of your encumbrance Behold All our gold Thousandfold Bereave me Declined Truths ensign Forever mine Bereave me March in with ten legions Whilst crucial weapons, not the pillum But the feather held in your hand Penned in blood Your tall tales rule the forum Altering it into the battlefield I, the spectral guise Evoking these barring fears Pestering your conscript fathers I smile at my demise and while I die I cherish the roots of my persereverence Behold All our gold Thousandfold Bereave me Declined Truths ensign Forever mine Bereave me Behold All our gold Thousandfold Bereave me Declined Truths ensign Forever mine Bereave me