There Will Be Gorgons - Battle Worn

Fair enough you caught me
Is it too late to ask for mercy
For your crime you
Must face the trial
For if you don't the mobs will file
The courts are calling
For your crimes recorded here
Face the sentence
Face our seer
Fair enough you caught me
Is it too late to ask for mercy
Okay I did it
But the better questions why
Your ignorance would have me die
A prophecy told
Of a gate ten miles wide
Your heaven sends
A gift from the sky

Written by:
Curtis Griffith

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