Remember the dark December
with impossible precision
and lack of professorship
since the time of ancient slavery
in vindictiveness of treachery
came upon the evil muddled spells
of a race too pure
to cleanse due to circumspection

Upon that ship made mercy my Life
and throughout evil
lived a land that promised song
but the world knew the hatred
of what it once had been
due to the fact of morals and men,
in the ancient craft
of viscissitude and bell drums
sounding off
in antiquated towers
that no sniper ever knew.