Eve of Conspiracy
It's on the eve of conspiracy,
I will regain my legacy.
Of all of which I do stand for,
til' I come knocking upon heaven's door.
Yet, have I not found the key
that unlocks this mystery of me.
To handle that, which i cannot
and avoid those flames so blistering hot!
The evil of the tongue do hold me high,
for I am wise but I do not cry.
Nor shed tears out from my eyes
and yet, I'm the one whom ye despise.
Cut me and I shall bleed. Alas!
My blood be a matter of greed.
Every soul craves a piece and
prays my sufferage shall not cease.
To those souls, here my only cry,
tis' because of thee I shall never die!
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