I Do Respect Thee
As A Bosom Friend
Not As Mighty Caesar
Me Standing Here
Before My People
Not In A HideAway
Still My Dagger Is Red
My Conscience Clean
Where He Is Pale
Our Heritages Secured
Our Reasons Fulfilled
Our Lives Pre-Eminent
Some Call Me Traitor
Wont Make Me Debilitate
Wont Regret My Actions
The Prayers Of Victimized
Rise Of The Chosen Clan
Contradicts The Madness
Before The Crescendo
We Have Striked
What Done Is Done
However, My Friend Is Departed
Cover Him With Orange Blossoms
Mourn, This Is The Way Of Life
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I adore this so much! the old English capture the era and the choice of words demand attention.It didn't feel like I am reading a poet living in pop culture.