I learn to find humanity with troubles of yours,
I devour the seeds giving energy to the dead laughter;
My simplicity sings to meet a new realm of fences and walls
In which cosy spies accuse others of war-crimes and fight.
This day my accusations start to unfold and deliver harm
So as to bring news of a king in the land, called Rupert.
King Rupert became a man of crowning glory
Since his coronation meant the distinction of energetic men,
Internal strife made his position a wreck
As he soon ignored the fate of others,
Riches stole his desert and land of trees and apes.
I learn his regicide after all these years
To make a martyr out of him, to justly serve his memory.
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