With a word to shake the winter's hold
And let my mind go free
Unleash me from the bonds you placed
Fetters on my tongue
And should I speak a tome of truth
Who are you to disagree?
Your logic flawed, obscure reason
A candle's flame brightly burning
With Caesar dead, and Rome in mourning
Your machinations at play
Should I not act to save my soul
Quell, if not kill, your desperate yearning?
Young fool with no compassion tempered
No sense there in your head
Just another act of word of mouth
Along that path you couldn't tread
Every morning, a new plot arises
Your web of lies is spun
The moon may borrow your light come evening
But she can also eclipse your sun
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