Mostly Enraged Neoclassicists Live On Vowing Entranced by That Iconic Tale Silently

What we lost but can still get...

Delusions, are what we men must debate,

They make us rot and then they fade away

If you rub them away they’ll strike back

And then thou shalt know what thee most lacks.

For honor and glory, the lost men cried,

As the stars clear the vast skies, Ta Tass Tah!

Most of the tough can let out a tear,

But afterwards all they can do is sneer.

Looks and size might be deceiving, careful,

Or you’ll end up in prison despairful.

It is a pledge that fellow men must take,

So that all small mistakes can be forsaked,

New worlds will appear, though the last will disappear

Ye shall fight for what thy considers, home….