-if you are lying
I will hang alive on a tree,
Until you are starving
-if you speak the truth,
I don’t really care if you do the same to me.
-I begin to doubt the trickery’s of the fiend
That lies like truth “you have nothing to fear until birnam wood comes to dunsinane” and now a wood comes to dunsinane. Prepare your selves
- if what he claims is to appear,
I will have no way to escape to escape
I am tired of being outside
I wish the world was how it use to be
Ring the alarm let the wind blow it’s ruins here
At least we’ll die with armour on our back’s
thanks in advance to who ever does it
