Bemaul me
I shalt picketh up mine feet
Repel me
I shalt loveth in return by treat
Maketh a fraud of me
I shalt dance the spirit jig
Bemuddle me
I'm not human, so I shalt not feeleth thy pick
Benedick's of hurt
I'm moving on with a smile
Queens and kings
Sit in dreams
I seeketh the golden mile,
Coact dearest poet
Lift thy fertile head
I am arrisen
Mine tomb is broke free
I'm sky high
I'll just be me...