All
along the Watchtower
On
the Saffron plains,
gathering
an army, by night.
Planning
to overthrow,
plotting
how to attack,
and
desolate this heaven.
Come
if you want,
take
what I do not own,
but
beware, I won't surrender.
You
believe me mighty,
but
in truth I am prepared.
Clever
in my tactics,
aware
of your wiliness,
to
be deceiving fools.
All
along the watchtower,
are
my decoys, smiling,
waiting
upon your evil swords.
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