set on a hill top
our glory and pride
avenged with honor
all in all, you just lied
quick thoughts on your part
to cover mistakes up
refusing all good in this life
drink from the bitter cup
sly eyes you seem to posses
to see through the brave
catastrophe in it's finest
some things, we just can't save
mix up the words
and invite in the poor
give you more points
you chilled to the core
end with a sigh
a glorious not from on high
behead your weaknesses
no more to lie.
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