Ballad of The Wanderer

All alone with no place to call home A vagrant called The Wanderer roams Destitute and resigned to his solitude No one to miss him or care that he’s gone Immortalized with the mark of Sloan He thrives amongst forgotten gravestones To restore their legacy is why he intrudes For systemic erasure he believes society must atone All alone with no place to call home A vagrant called The Wanderer roams Destitute and resigned to his solitude No one to miss him or care that he’s gone Empathy drives this misguided untomb Generations of oppressors he seeks to dethrone Reality remains an unfamiliar interlude For to delusion The Wanderer is prone All alone with no place to call home A vagrant called The Wanderer roams Destitute and resigned to his solitude No one to miss him or care that he’s gone All alone with no place to call home A hero called The Wanderer roams Complacent in his intrepid pursuit Unfaltering ‘till the world sees glory of Arawn

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