Prophets say king braveheart's days are numbered
And fated to never finish his term
Are these prophecies to be remembered
Whether they are true I cannot confirm
But they do conspire I see them in black
Hidden within the depths of secrecy
These demons plan such a ruthless attack
Without morals or any decency
Some will say, so where are these killers then
For we think that you do propagate lies
But I am just a messenger my friend
For only you can open your own eyes
All I can speak of is what I have felt
Believe it or not but you have been telt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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