I am, you know, I say, I am, it’s true

Or should I say, it’s mean, it’s big.

A man who sold his soul, spoke out at last.

Returned from death to speak his mind.

An educated voice from the past,

making a plea to save mankind

Beest polite but thee waketh our state anon.  

Although th'resa hath tried to danceth liketh a swan,

the lady did fail liketh donald trying to sayeth something cunning

i, f'r anon, am w'rri'd about mine own children's children

i said it, didn’t i say it, you know

i know a lot, i know it all, its great

I am but just a servant, I have been send

the people spoke, it’s what they said

They want their balloons to slowly ascend

A task I accepted for good or for bad.

I knoweth i speaketh in iambic pentamet'rs

but needeth to expresseth mine own feareth. 

Thy people only hark to w'rds of rythm

thee shouldst protecteth those folk 

from the songs of misprise.

The forces of flames that haunted us,

melting mountains, evaporating soil,

are but spectacles to watch and applaud

before the winding storms of no return uncoil

All false, all fake, I said, I claim, I’m good

Don’t you love the way they love me, i know

O f'r a muse of fireth, yond wouldst ascend

the brightest heaven of invention. The burning 

bush of wisdom, the devils' fireth of retaliation

 'r a human liketh concession

For all is lost in simple words,

as beats are getting monotone,

accepted punishment although it hurts

“da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM”

at our planets’ gravestone.

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