Severed heads lay on the fields of blood
Mighty Warlords protected by the Gods came like a flood
Feeding on the dead men’s souls makes them stronger but not for good
Leaving fatherless children and women to cope with the harvest in the rain and mud
Mighty warlords feast on the best meats and beers whilst starvation all around them is stood
An island of such potential should be harnessed and taken for the Warlords’ brotherhood
To be a father to all other countries and settle our own children to bestow upon them a Kingdom of Armies that will fight with no other choice but to sign allegiance to the King or never be anyone but a beggar he could.

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I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
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