For years have I borneThis sword, to surrender itWould permit the years To accumulate,Would then I die. But now wouldI lay it down at Your
Stop the clock and turn It back, all will be renewed. Delicious new wine. Spin that wheel, watch what Happens. We saved the best for
Give me that rope, I’m Making a whip; there’s work to Be done. My Dad’s house. Wake the young lion. Tell him to get to
This edifice we Perpetudinously do Preserve, through battles, Upheavals, horrors Untold, we shan’t permit the Dissolution of Our order. Justice Be forever barred from our
Surely I am the Man. My sidearm sparks, puff of Smoke, bodies dropped. None shall stand against My stainless steel. Eternal Unquenched flame, Sulfur Saltpeter,
These words become myAlchemical masterwork,In which various Characters voice myPugnanimous sentimentsAnd brawl on the floor. Thus do I transmuteVitriol, uncouth, intoSublimest vapors.