1.
The
night is darkest before the dawn;
the
day is brightest before the dusk.
For
some the graces are like fawn –
like
the mole on the lawn.
The
swordman can be swift and brisk;
his
steadfast parry the perfect frisk –
but
one day all the glory is still gone…
2.
Death
shall merry the kings and the meek;
all
are equals to her – nobody is sorrowed.
The
movie-star the priest and the freak;
teachers
pet and the enlightened deep.
All
from God have gained and borrowed,
to
God returns, whats pure and hollowed…
so
lift you head high and don't you weep!
3.
Some
are smart and some are sullied;
some
are tough and some are rich;
even
those who got – may be bullied –
for
friendship and love ain't tasted as fully.
If
your cup is full how shall your witch
pour
new wine to your darkened black pitch.
For
not every tar is sweetened by pinch of honey…
4.
Those
who raise the sword shall fall like feathers;
those
who abandon them shall not fare well –
don't
askew about armament leathers.
Better
beware that all well are your brothers.
I
don't care where you live: Heaven or Hell:
listen
ye mortals – I shall ring your wake-up bell.
Blessed
are those who in hardship still gather!
5.
The
second mile is like the river Nile;
the
third is like an open door.
The
fourth is no big deal you won't notice awhile;
if
you love much sin cannot on you beguile…
Maybe
your guilt shall wrench your guts and your gore;
maybe
you lost your faith and turned foul to the core.
Even
on fifth for thee my feet wont be sore…
6.
This
is what defines who is gentry who's not;
its
not the high horse and the shining armor.
Its
not Rapuntzel who awaits for you a lot…
though
if you got one, don't play on her God!
Even
if the devil would befall me with a Claymore;
no
morning-star shall hold fast no lawsuit adjure.
Even
your hairs every single strain is accounted for…
7.
No-one
shall stand before the light;
all
shall kneel down and worship whats holy.
No
boogie man no wrathful wight,
can
escape the carnage of impending blight…
To
thee is exalted the Word of God wholly:
“This
is thy bread – my flesh and blood calling thee;
This
is thy wine – my soul and rest blessing hindsight...”
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