Oh gentle friend, thy pool of tears collected now turns red. Accumulating a joyous stain upon thy bed. A smile upon thy shame, as darkness prevails. Bringing an end to the endless tales. Gamblers hand, final deal. Bluff was called its time to steal. Away with mockery and shame, no one else to blame.
Sleep my child, close thine eyes. Glory awaits for those that do not hesitate. The words of the fathers curse the path, nothing left in the aftermath. In these shoes they have walked not. Not a foot, not a mile forget trying to bring a smile. Upon thy knees have went many pleas. Oh gentle friend hold thy head and take thy breathe, for upon thy ***** comes a final death. Words come so easy for the sheep but the fangs of the wolf pierce thy flesh. For they know it all, yet their ears have grown blind. Open thine eyes and see the fall. Say not your words for it is was given upon the plate. Served for all to see, the stain is real. Remove thy stain, still it persist. Wash thy hands and scrape thy skin. For in thine heart the stain will stay. Nothing will take it away. If only the ears could see. Oh gentle friend share the tells of agony at the bottom of the well. Only you can tell the story, and share the guilt. Let them know of the nights he was dealt. Tell the story my friend. For in their mind you will always be.