A request from that who loves all that is unholy..

This requires me to come at you with my crowd of Siren fans, some flashy
firecrackers, explosions and some attractive resounding bass sound from
the beating on the wardrums in the background...

Yo.. Cyrene!
Drop me a couple bards, I need to put some fresh music behind this
Sapience rhyme battle...



Vomiting bitter tears of disgust
Flying through the night, to do what I must
Where they hide from the blinding light
Master of the slave stays hidden tonight"

As strange as it might sound to the ears of the poor
I bring to you a sound you could never afford

Trails of tears do run down your cheeks
Announcing at last the revolutions you seek
The whipped no longer, the providers no more,
Just the former acquaintance, who once served evil whores.

Betrayed by an underrace, we were not part of that flock
You ignorant fools, We were the bringers of stock.
You take us for weakness, I laugh at your lot.
Your might doesn't feed you or fill the concoction pot

Negation of a wrong construction
Recreation after your destruction
Remember your past and the former riches,
When you're begging for herbs from two forestal bitches.

Let reason teach us of decadence
We could have ruled side by side, a King and his Prince
Knowledge is pleasure and we served by name
For now all that is unholy is your failure and shame



Enjoy your Illusions,

"Double D" Dalerio D'Ischai


Penned by my hand on the 20th of Ero, in the year 573 AF.