Mar 21, 2012

Dirty Lips

He holds this shield for his family.
Ordered by his kings to kill.
His path is made bloody.
His kings have they’re fill.

They retire in their castles.
The opposition stays.
Dirty lips, command so facile.
His family waits.

Dinner they’ll have mutton.
He’ll be buried with his shield.
They can’t quite seem to…button.
Bastard now, they’re purse is sealed.

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