TELL THE HENCH-MEN
One man will fall another will rise
one man will kill another will dead
we will look behind the wall of brow
a chick will crow far behind our head
and we wil see no our grown brews
and a voice will be so tiny but altercated
and it will crumble and collapse
our luxuries and prestigious hatchets
though we will be so ignorance of our lapses
as the frown sky will cry
and wrecked heaven will dry
and one man will eat from another man's flesh
one man will kill another will dead
we will look behind the wall of brow
a chick will crow far behind our head
and we wil see no our grown brews
and a voice will be so tiny but altercated
and it will crumble and collapse
our luxuries and prestigious hatchets
though we will be so ignorance of our lapses
as the frown sky will cry
and wrecked heaven will dry
and one man will eat from another man's flesh
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