Fighting in the name of the Cross;
But, where is Hadrian my friend?
Stead, lead!
To see it like a point;
Read, stead!
To meet it like a spot;
In, Chopin!
To accept it like a dot;
Chop, Chopin!
And like money and power! !
But, the Lords have taken over with their words and,
Their swords are now killing many on this earth today.
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