Founding Fathers

This is when we celebrate, This is when we came, a day for which we will never forget, the day we hath taken our name, The essence is for your light of day, but yours is in the nights in which you pray, for i remember the smell, of the glorious day, where you use to beg me,but only to say, "goodbye", but not yet you will die, i remember the tears that made me sye, thus, we shed the hate that cloud the skies, for you have taken mine, an so you dance and drink of this bloodlike wine, as you thirst for this beloved curse, the truth i speak is but in this verse, so fear, so close, but so dear, through the followers that claim these righteous years, an your fame in my dead history, is all you hear, for a victory so sweet is as tart as a lime, for the foundation will crack like the most ancient of time, an all that last,of the shadow that was cast, must die, to bring light to the sky, as the prisoner of the branded, again she must fly.