Faith Mission

"All our soldiers died on the battle field, And its an inspiring awe that the royal euchite never got killed, Prove to me if it's not a disloyal formatted deal? Our Emperor's skin was scorchingly peeled, Inextricably with his scepter and crown uncongealed, So accept what I'm telling you with a loyal heart, "Bring to me that euchite, To whom does he stir pretence against to excite? He deserves not to feel the rainfall in the savannah zone, Make sure you get me blush of young males to take on him a toll, Select from them strong men with healthy head bone, Whilst you organise an imperial poll, Weary is my sacred sword to behead that intrusive soul, He will see the power which sleeps extremely if a chimpanzee starts to groan, Why should he publish books of demonic role? Who gave him the previlege to fastened those royal pavillions with a vicious rope? Politics is now introducing cruel dominion, Tell me if I'm wrong to take revenge against his acted oppinion, Day to day it destroys those consecrated trees in the grove, Take this atlas to lead you through the scaling cone, Look through the regions of wooldlands hole, On the desert,follow every caravan in a row, You can testify how this city is now getting old, And that gnat want to please the heart of its foe, Be alert on every step you take on the evil road, He may also set his prime troops to defend himself with a brutal show, And I think you being as patriot will fetch us a lifetime bote, Probably,when you get hold of him outside the cities identified with a stone, Bring him back to justify himself at home, If you also catch him anywhere holding the emperor's hone, Mark his forehead before you bring him to defecate what he'd sold, For we will then after,enthrone you to play a monarch role, In order to extend the pastures of our regional mode", These are the words of a great commander to his descreet servants.