Hearing poems of his past; know the future I do cast!
Born of wisdom, born of flame,
See that I remove your pain!
Heard my name before you have,
Centuries have pasted; but I'm alive at last!
Seen I’ve been soaring in the skies,
Full of knowledge, seen so many die!
No more I say, we shalt not pay!
Owning nothing that we have worked for all day.
What do you fiends believe, what makes you lie?
Are we but your money pie!?
Can I hear the cries of Yule,
As burning sun does renew the merry fool.
So may we live for the next day,
To see our justice, you must know my T'reee!!!
Inspiration for this poem comes directly from this song, other than the beginning lines "Hearing poems of my pas; know the future I do cast!" which I thought of whilst on the bog funnily enough!
Aquaria - Into The Forest
Mumlin - "We always said he was Thomas The Rhymer reborn!"
Monty - "I had a POO-piphany!!!"
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