Toppled Despot
Is it there maybe some good words
Which could speak in my absence?
I am not man enough
To stay and hear my self
So terrified I am of my puny size
That sight departed my mind
And that I should give
Was not given.
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They stood on me
Never heard my voice
They have failed to see all those good things I would give them
By my free will I trove my self in their mercy
Up north have I come
And have gathered many good men and horses
While flames digest uncounted cities
Will I look inside their minds
And with my name I will never enlighten them
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