Go!
Go now!
Spend your stolen shillings
On charlatans
With lotions,
Potions,
To extend your miserable life,
I will quietly wait.
Feel free,
Bend your knee
In supplication,
Reveration,
To your God,
In the vain hope
He will hear your prayers.
I will quietly wait.
You will not evade
Your masquerade,
The lies you told,
The stolen gold,
The broken hearts,
In which your part
Was plain.
I will quietly wait.
When the time
Is right,
I will turn
Your day,
To eternal night
Where fire
Will be your just reward.
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Owain Glyn
