jona magra

The Rebel'Master! '

* sonnet

He was just a new type rebel with a bursting horror filled yell.
'Peace! '...even the strong and mighty feared his vision of hell.
His voice and opinions were contested by dominative man.
Their only chance of redemption against the crimelords plans.
Onwards he struggled through the battles, with nothing but words!
Honour your God! be humble! and your commitals will be heard.
The irons! and wooden stakes! castles! cities! countries galore!

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