Author: Baptist Death Ray

Be wary, be wary, on Sixth January, for nooses, and zip-ties, and rage; I see no reason why red-hatted treason should ever be given a stage.

Oh for a muse of ice to turn away,
to cast aside the trumpeting of men:
let there be naught but silence and contempt
before the savage roar of grasping pride.

Let all their aspirations turn to dust,
and all their hope of glory fade away;
no single laurel thrown, or song be sung –
all save for one, a judgment rendered thus:

“Your time is past, and done, and turned to dust,
And now it ends, and now you are forgot.”