The Beer Summit of 2009

He said, he said I am history it is not dead. I do testify, that they ask for more than an alibi. My face alone! Metal to bone. See how their discretions lie, as trampled footpaths to my home. He said, he said, Division lives, but not in my head. Privileged accusation. It is MY face and my proud vocation under fire. Who is the liar? Inflamed again with grand oration, successors of the hateful choir. I said, I said, I don't know what it's like to be dead. But I do know well, of those who get kissed and tell, Nay Preach! All to well, Of tension that, but for their word, Would cease to live, to hell return.