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CYRUS II - THE GREAT So; here comes the story of that, King Cyrus the Great Whose history for some of us; is still well up for debate But; it’s such a darn good story, it well deserves a rate King Cyrus; born 601 BC, to give us all a historical date Under some weird strange circumstances, one must say Because; his grandpa, had a prediction one strange day Where he sees, the now King Cyrus, rise up against him Poor old Cyrus; a child yet to born, was now so bad jinn So the old grandpa; Astyages, in fear hatches up a plan And orders Mandane' his pregnant daughter off his land And gives Harpagus instructions to kill the child at birth Who in distaste or laziness, he showed an acute dearth As passing the task onto shepherd Mithradates, no less Who passes his own, stillborn onto Astyages in distress Mithradates; then rears, the young Cyrus up as his own As to everyone else; the secret kept to others unknown That was until a King is King no matter what Cyrus rose Just 10 years, a nobleman son in a game did he oppose This was just unknown for a mere shepherds son to do Cyrus Da, Mithradates; was called in with no further ado Who as confesses; to the changeover, of Cyrus at birth Which rages King Astyages into doing something worse Young Cyrus was sent home to be with his true parents Whilst on poor Harpagus; revenge was as now, hell sent King Astyages had Harpagus son killed and then cooked Then; unknowing to Harpagus fed, to bring him to book The only good here this story is supposed to be a myth Revenge is sort later as with Astyages’s last deadly kiss As Astyahes; had Harpagus lead against Cyrus's troops Harpagus as defected, another of Astyahes, little boops Cyrus; as predicted, rose up against Astyages, and won But being a strange one, King Cyrus was yet to be done Spares his old grandpa and shook hands than slaughter We are friends, and, then promptly marries his daughter Which means in effect, he marries, one of his own aunts By doing this King Cyrus was more than a smarty pants With all kingdoms owned, Cyrus owned some prime lots But; was King Cyrus ever happy with all that he has got As Babylonia here really deserves a well worthy mention As to religious divides were never his malicious intention Even allowed; the Jews to go home to build their temple And showing religious intolerance, with his own example If there was ever a myth; there was one of the greatest Had me rolling in the aisle laughing, as I heard the latest As a Jew turns up with a scroll and says Cyrus look here Wrote 170 years ago, and, look in it your name appears All of this you have done, it was by our God’s command You were nowt, but his tool, I hope you can understand Don’t you just have to give it, to those darn Jewish folk It was our God; that had this in the bag, some bad joke And to why you cannot believe a word those Jews wrote Cyrus; is God’s anointed, someone is pulling at my goat Anything to take the credit, from old King Cyrus himself Who built his empire on his own credit & his own stealth As Cyrus prayed to many God’s, God Marduk being one Known as the Semitic, term for Baal’, are we being done That God and Satan are one; I just can’t find the divide In which I always left pondering has somebody here lied King Cyrus in his worth created something on this earth This far excessed God and his jumped up plans of mirth Created the real garden of Paradise in his own backyard Did well by all accounts, on God it must have been hard His Garden of Eden fell apart before, it even got started It must have left God; more than a bit, down heartened Decides to put a claim on Pasargadae if by his own work By getting it added into his storyline; by some Jew clerk Cyrus ruled the biggest empire, ever known in the world And to all religions under his rule was happy to preserve He also wanted control of Egypt, but we will never know Cyrus as died so his quest for Egypt became a no show Some say that Cyrus; departed, from this life peacefully That in his tomb in Pasargadae; lived his death blissfully That was; until Alexander the Great, came to be around On finding his tomb raided; he was more than, astound Alexander; did his best to patch the tomb back to good He had so admired, King Cyrus; from his own childhood Cyrus who I only presume he got all his inspiration from Who; strangely made sure the Persian Empire was gone One of the ways that Cyrus may have kicked the bucket That is was Tomyris; a Massagetean Queen, who dunnit Cyrus wanted Tomyris hand in marriage and, her realm But, Tomyris, was keeping her hand tightly to her helm So she got old King Cyrus, to fight on her own ground As to military judgment goes; that was not very sound But he put his shot of cleverness in and raged Tomyris By getting Spargapises and his troops fed, then dissed Cyrus troops returned and, slaughtered them all by fall This is to where clever King Cyrus, made the wrong call Spargapises; is Tomyris’s son, she wants Cyrus’s head And, is not prepared to rest, until King Cyrus was dead As Cyrus death was nigh and to Tomyris the battle won On decapitated his head revenge's the death of her son If only; King Cyrus had stuck to his hobby of gardening Then just stayed with all those Persian rugs, bargaining But as any king, King Cyrus just wanted a little bit more Hence; as to why the bugger, just wasn't here anymore Indiana Shaw . . . : )

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CYRUS II - THE GREAT So; here comes the story of that, King Cyrus the Great Whose history for some of us; is still well up for debate But; it’s such a darn good story, it well deserves a rate King Cyrus; born 601 BC, to give us all a historical date Under some weird strange circumstances, one must say Because; his grandpa, had a prediction one strange day Where he sees, the now King Cyrus, rise up against him Poor old Cyrus; a child yet to born, was now so bad jinn So the old grandpa; Astyages, in fear hatches up a plan And orders Mandane' his pregnant daughter off his land And gives Harpagus instructions to kill the child at birth Who in distaste or laziness, he showed an acute dearth As passing the task onto shepherd Mithradates, no less Who passes his own, stillborn onto Astyages in distress Mithradates; then rears, the young Cyrus up as his own As to everyone else; the secret kept to others unknown That was until a King is King no matter what Cyrus rose Just 10 years, a nobleman son in a game did he oppose This was just unknown for a mere shepherds son to do Cyrus Da, Mithradates; was called in with no further ado Who as confesses; to the changeover, of Cyrus at birth Which rages King Astyages into doing something worse Young Cyrus was sent home to be with his true parents Whilst on poor Harpagus; revenge was as now, hell sent King Astyages had Harpagus son killed and then cooked Then; unknowing to Harpagus fed, to bring him to book The only good here this story is supposed to be a myth Revenge is sort later as with Astyages’s last deadly kiss As Astyahes; had Harpagus lead against Cyrus's troops Harpagus as defected, another of Astyahes, little boops Cyrus; as predicted, rose up against Astyages, and won But being a strange one, King Cyrus was yet to be done Spares his old grandpa and shook hands than slaughter We are friends, and, then promptly marries his daughter Which means in effect, he marries, one of his own aunts By doing this King Cyrus was more than a smarty pants With all kingdoms owned, Cyrus owned some prime lots But; was King Cyrus ever happy with all that he has got As Babylonia here really deserves a well worthy mention As to religious divides were never his malicious intention Even allowed; the Jews to go home to build their temple And showing religious intolerance, with his own example If there was ever a myth; there was one of the greatest Had me rolling in the aisle laughing, as I heard the latest As a Jew turns up with a scroll and says Cyrus look here Wrote 170 years ago, and, look in it your name appears All of this you have done, it was by our God’s command You were nowt, but his tool, I hope you can understand Don’t you just have to give it, to those darn Jewish folk It was our God; that had this in the bag, some bad joke And to why you cannot believe a word those Jews wrote Cyrus; is God’s anointed, someone is pulling at my goat Anything to take the credit, from old King Cyrus himself Who built his empire on his own credit & his own stealth As Cyrus prayed to many God’s, God Marduk being one Known as the Semitic, term for Baal’, are we being done That God and Satan are one; I just can’t find the divide In which I always left pondering has somebody here lied King Cyrus in his worth created something on this earth This far excessed God and his jumped up plans of mirth Created the real garden of Paradise in his own backyard Did well by all accounts, on God it must have been hard His Garden of Eden fell apart before, it even got started It must have left God; more than a bit, down heartened Decides to put a claim on Pasargadae if by his own work By getting it added into his storyline; by some Jew clerk Cyrus ruled the biggest empire, ever known in the world And to all religions under his rule was happy to preserve He also wanted control of Egypt, but we will never know Cyrus as died so his quest for Egypt became a no show Some say that Cyrus; departed, from this life peacefully That in his tomb in Pasargadae; lived his death blissfully That was; until Alexander the Great, came to be around On finding his tomb raided; he was more than, astound Alexander; did his best to patch the tomb back to good He had so admired, King Cyrus; from his own childhood Cyrus who I only presume he got all his inspiration from Who; strangely made sure the Persian Empire was gone One of the ways that Cyrus may have kicked the bucket That is was Tomyris; a Massagetean Queen, who dunnit Cyrus wanted Tomyris hand in marriage and, her realm But, Tomyris, was keeping her hand tightly to her helm So she got old King Cyrus, to fight on her own ground As to military judgment goes; that was not very sound But he put his shot of cleverness in and raged Tomyris By getting Spargapises and his troops fed, then dissed Cyrus troops returned and, slaughtered them all by fall This is to where clever King Cyrus, made the wrong call Spargapises; is Tomyris’s son, she wants Cyrus’s head And, is not prepared to rest, until King Cyrus was dead As Cyrus death was nigh and to Tomyris the battle won On decapitated his head revenge's the death of her son If only; King Cyrus had stuck to his hobby of gardening Then just stayed with all those Persian rugs, bargaining But as any king, King Cyrus just wanted a little bit more Hence; as to why the bugger, just wasn't here anymore Indiana Shaw . . . : )