Be Not Proud
The great be not proud
when greatness you enjoy
is of under-hand games
dark hours toll their bells
Wards are ready for custody
syringes and bandages wait
glands shall be dry of tears
none at all will emerge
for your noble chaotic order
That day clouds will riot
to carry you on the journey
across the great destiny seas
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