I would do

If It isn't

Don't ever think it's broken such no right,

Beat drums of replete come forth ,

And I will try to fix sorrow thorough,

And get back of beats of compass North.

In twelve thousand soldiers of truth,

And half that step in time,

It doesn't matter if fable not there,

It matters not if straw scarecrow bear.

Such army of marching,

And focus such army aims,

Care no wrong or righteous, 

Such Emperor wants twelve thousand year reign.

False is but the yardstick,

An acre lies will test,

But in the quadrant circle,

A hunter proves and test.

If not the target shaken,

Hallowed ground it strikes and true,

We shrug it off no purpose,

No soul

No False

No proven true.

Over this I am due,

Over this I pay for,

Over this miss stepped queue

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Obediently Blind

Great Read

Matthew