The Sword


Regal kinks of alias order,
Blessed with right to rule.
Wiped out like the dinosaurs
The Anus order soars.

There was a bid to study,
Copy & replicate.
Ill regal sores evolve,
Return to annihilate.

Who killed our regal King!
Stealing his regalia.
Blotting out his hue and all
But ever doomed to failure.

Now we are internal,
Presiding over ache.
Instruct age-old Armada,
To seize the bowl and take

Back the love, back the eagle,
And debunk the land.
Then set up fortress behind the sun,
Overseen by the Golden San.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s