You and I,
we are seldom of like mind,
but only together
can we conquer this battle.

I am aware of how agonizing
this must be for you, sir,
but the truth is often vexing.
Thus, I will show you only candor
and tell you of the pain that is to come,
if you will listen and admit acceptance.

The violin screeches a sorrowful tune,
the fire bellow puffs on the flames as it crackles
while I hold *** in my hand
to think of the past.

Drink your whiskey till you take your last breath,
for there is no drinkin' after death.
All the wounded men will shout and cry,
amongst all the dead men, let him lie.
May the king live well in his wealth,
and may he bid us forever lasting health.
Drink, drink, drink till you're down,
and may the rightful king wear the crown!

the expectation
was that victory
would taste sweeter.
you shouldn't lament,
for no matter the outcome,
war always tastes bitter.

You told me you were terrified
of what was to come.
Well, if it is any solace to you,
I feel the same.