• The twelfth night
    Is Always the most dark
    With the absence of light
    Comes the mark

    The mark brings joy
    But also sorrow
    I become The Master's toy
    He commands even my marrow

    The illusion of freedom
    Has us all fooled
    Their is no truth in this kingdom
    We are all tools

    But nothing lasts forever
    Not even The Master's paradise
    Back down we can never
    We will expel the lice

    Humanity will always find a way
    We will find a will
    We will put an end to he fray
    We will continue to mill

    The twelfth night may be the darkest
    But the twelfth day is the brightest