Dead once, Risen twice!

Dead Once, Risen Twice!

Pick up a shoelace, get hold of a mace, stand ease for the fool's race, March up the pace at two, at three, at thirty-one and at old age. We are out on a lengthy cruise along this vast sea lane built by the outcast, forbidden upon the descendants of the Simpleton, but gifted to us- the Quacks!

When the bell rang, our ears did banged and cracked and flanked, needless to stop at out land and ask for a thing which to us demand, but bade we the very claws that spanked our back with thorns and with cursed planks; how miserable our voice be heard by our ancestral clan!
Die before you live! The minister does not accepts lewdness; live before you die! No time at all to check time! For despite all the pains crested on that name, I yet died! ...and risen ...and risen again!

Go away thou unclean assailant, a gossiper of truth amidst traitors, a villain dispersed off its evil, a Saint of the order of Hades, ally to Persephone; laid to alter a mirage in pellucid, amidst clouds of death wishes, parties of daft witches, companies of astrayed b*****s, folks of gutted riches, hobos of violated niches, victims of celebrated glitches, viewers of animated snitches, bunches of suicidal switches and clothed in blood filled stitches was I, ...born a ghost!
Then it began, the endless search for the truthful lies told by the inevitable dominants of the lost empire, headed by a fellow slave of the order of Attis, fellow of the Seven lost Vikings placed at the command of an 'I', bound to be dead again and risen as the Third of the Classic Six Siblings.... a story yet untold!