Confine me if you must.

If it makes you feel worthy praise the dirt

It maddens me that no one else can see

The sea is drying and fading is the sky

The sun is shattering and the moon shinning

Hell wardens are loose and the angels bound

Who will fight for you now. Who?

I might. But I won’t!

It is no lie I swear, I saw the clouds scheming

Tomorrow past the hour,fire shall rain

I’ve told you the wardens are loose

Tis’ time for the game; Hunt the goose

I know. I know my tongue is heavy

Confine me if you must.

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