By the power of greyskull!
Under the warlord,
Nothing in your eyes,
My time’s a wasting,
I wonder when the time is right,
If you’ll leave me here to die,
My window’s closing,
With the close of your palm,
I guess it will be realized,
With the bridge burned,
On opposite sides we stay,
There’s nowhere left to turn,
Until separated,
Under the warlord I remain.
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I think the narrator’s in need of a rebellion! Nice work.
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Thank you! No one ever said change came easy!
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