Cut those chains and steal away
Surrender grief another day
And chase the coming storm with haste
All worthless lives condemned to waste.
Now tether all to whome cry foul
To save thy monsters glaring scowl
And separate all kinds betrayed
That sit upon their thrones they’ve made.
So, bless those stories with amour
But test these words yet never more
As fortune seeks a wiser soul
Of mine? There seems no point nor goal.
Now split your values, pare them clean
Scythe this conciseness you’ve seen
Stay thy tears to wash away
All signs of grief another day