The savior and the king do battle. While star struck diadems spark. Whistling amongst the chattel. This causes such a stir to shark. Laughter begets jest. In finesse none the less. For a man of naught to confide. To bring up qualms so tried. At the side of standards. Once pandered. With wine. For ables to dine. Till near death makes both blessed.
And remember the walls. That came tumbling down. Faces no longer in a tree grown. More or less watching the days go by. That made men cry. And others turn to stone.
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