Listing up Last it’s fair it’s true.
You found me lacking after years of toil but that wasn’t me.
The silent mask reveals its plight all while putting up a painful fight. If only the sounding boards of delight could deliver up its truth. Time now reminds all the doubters of their substance but for me it simply is a mere unfinished summary…
Blind cunning foes waste away with their blots toiling themselves into their own unpleasant knots. Only thing worse is having all their evil efforts end up as convenient confidential clots.
At last you Boast at me and say you are free BUT why then do I still see your chains?