1.
On
the battlefields of old, on the scaffolds of today;
when
the news is toilet paper – nothing weighed for worth as Gold.
Talk
is cheap and has no silver-tongues, no wise-man has a say;
when
some leftovers are right or wrong! – Is there anyone so Bold..?
2.
No
brave Hero has a stalwart guard to witness the just cause;
only
renegades and mercenaries freelance in the crowd.
Corpses
running headless on the streets and relentless the applause;
then
the crows and ravens gather round and peck the fallen crown…
3.
Listen,
stranger, who you wish to part the world for your own ways;
Saviors
aren't born in Heaven, they're forged in Hell's feisty strife!
Before
Lady Luck can smile on you so many yeah's turn to nay's –
It's
not the armor and the shield and not the silent knife…
4.
Sometimes
mercy is so betters than a mace or offering –
true
lords never glee on famished souls and their destinies embrace.
True
gratitude and honest praise more boons to you can bring;
than
the swordsmanship of mighty foes and knightly honored Grace!
5.
Virtue
begets in the merits of the Hollowed and Divine;
don't
loose your spirit and your soul to arbiter bad faith.
Wanting
to be more than Self can lead to the ends ravine;
for
the marble statues dost not cheer whatever may be sayeth!
6.
Hundred
friends are more worth than is fame of prophecies and saints;
suicides
and martyrs parodies are costly subtle plays…
Hundred
families at peace – more than any artist paints;
more
than any writers ferocious quilted “Hey's!”…
7.
On
the battlefields of old, on the scaffolds of today;
nothing
yet is lost for good if you can relent from merchants: “Sold!”
Smallest
critters can be warriors if learning how to pray –
trusting
on thyself impending quests and on your friends as told!
8.
Come,
my Saviors of Faith, come thy darkest saints of sinners;
like
a crimson and clovered wraith, like the pawn of broken dreams!
Come,
and save us from our stakes what can make us to beginners;
the
hour is neigh to have a stand and win for the promised meadow
realms...
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