16 March 2013
It goes on and on, The moaning of the people No matter how then sun hath shone Dark remains the steeple
'Run, run, 'Run away my son!' But I knew even little he Would soon no longer be.
'Crush him, bind him!' My people yelled and screamed As I saw the torches all but dim The rebels did the deed...
Rebellion • Opuss № I