Find the following life in the title of your last lines
Within the facts that were based upon the account you gave
Quote none that were there for no one uttered a wave
Of speech or conscience decisions
Give away the gasps of ages and the visions of the wise
For they are all but heard by the masses with their songs
Of helpless cries for freedom from the rulers of their high-rise towers
And nothing can be said for the ones who eat the crumbs from the wronged
Now there's no one left for us here to bestow a thank you card
All the actors have been killed and the producers ran away
Who the hell wrote this drama of a prince's favorite sword?
This man must have left his mind somewhere at the matinee
Jumping jacks and pirate's rivals are all that they named
Blast the curtains! Throw the switches! - This disaster must be stopped
Halt that madman - take his typewriter away!
We must find this man named Killroy before he has anymore to say
And now the masses follow in a hurtling fever call
But their praised Paladin has scattered into the misty eyes of all
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