Hail Josiah.
Yo Joshua,
My Nimrod.
Come hither there and everywhere.
I will be the last one standing alongside. . .
. . not by the touch of all Rephaem.
. . not by the blood of all those are triumphant.
Yea I see years from himself alone.
The right of the night of that buckler,
If which all children of the light.
Instruct my kopesh.
Weave me a belt from the wheels of David.
I know of all longings of violence,
I will fight,
My biggest foe.
Before I come up to the court.
. . Me.
