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I wrote once in a book, ancient record I kept
Of a Hero whose story they wish you'd furget
A legacy I fought to purrtect
Of a signless seer burdened by Blood and dreams of an impawsible past
And so it is known, in a world enslaved by Rage,
He alone defied her throne, he had faith in a better way
Delicate lines writ on delicate pages,
measuring lives to be known through the ages
Efury word that he spoke, I wrote
I always lent him my ear, his dear Disciple
In word and in action, he taught love and compassion
and equality despite blood, caste, or faction
In whispers he roared with a burning passion
But no Hero's tail is complete without a villain, without a tragedy
And so it is told, from his words arose outrage,
The peace he furtold inspired a challenge, inspired a change
Delicate lines writ on delicate pages,
measuring lives to be known through the ages
Efury word that he spoke, I wrote
I always lent him my ear, his dear Disciple
And when the Time came when they called fur his name,
they cried fur his blood and they put him to shame
They branded him heretic, cast him in irons
without Hope, a lamb at the mercy of lions
His love and compassion burned bright as the shackles,
the scarlet-soaked ground became his tabernacle
To speak one final word, one Final Sermon...
Now these despurrate lines scrawled on a canvas of caves
measure his life in a pallet of pain
The final curse that he cried I remember
His suffuring's branded on my Heart furever
A new sign we did take from the ash of his shame
to remember his strife and hallow his name
Efuryone he once loved was condemned,
but I vow his words won't disappear,
written in ink, traced in blood, sealed with tears,
his legacy I'll keep through the years, his dear Disciple
I wrote once in a book, ancient record I kept,
of a Hero whose story I purray you will never furget
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