There is no death! the stars go down To rise upon some other shore, And bright in my Heaven's jewelled crown, They shine for ever more.
So in that I infatuate
I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade.
But this is all we feel cause
Death lies on him, like an untimely frost upon the sweetest flower of all the fields
And roman you just the cutest
But the
The quickest way of ending a war is to lose it
Constellations abusive
That’s why War is a series of catastrophes which result in victory so im focused on my history
Romans verses the Germanic tribesmen
Now I no he’s pissed at me
They say the roman’s have no fear but
Only the self-deceived will claim perfect freedom from fear
So I grab swords and shield the hoards I wield its just all for real
A civilized knight of the round table
My sword I call it my friend
Sorrow makes us all children again
So against u bitches im fighting valiant
When sorrows come, they come not as single spies, But in battalions
Smoke you out as your lungs I infer-agate
While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert it only irritates
And the battles you lost I your history I know you asking for more
Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored
So I suit up im warning mines
Truth always lags last, limping along on the arm of Time.
So I take a slash at the king as he looks in terror
What a myth never contains is the critical power to separate its truth from its errors.
So in that I infatuate
I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade.
But this is all we feel cause
Death lies on him, like an untimely frost upon the sweetest flower of all the fields
And roman you just the cutest
But the
The quickest way of ending a war is to lose it
Constellations abusive
That’s why War is a series of catastrophes which result in victory so im focused on my history
Romans verses the Germanic tribesmen
Now I no he’s pissed at me
They say the roman’s have no fear but
Only the self-deceived will claim perfect freedom from fear
So I grab swords and shield the hoards I wield its just all for real
A civilized knight of the round table
My sword I call it my friend
Sorrow makes us all children again
So against u bitches im fighting valiant
When sorrows come, they come not as single spies, But in battalions
Smoke you out as your lungs I infer-agate
While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert it only irritates
And the battles you lost I your history I know you asking for more
Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored
So I suit up im warning mines
Truth always lags last, limping along on the arm of Time.
So I take a slash at the king as he looks in terror
What a myth never contains is the critical power to separate its truth from its errors.