Sure, I did write to a true friend,
Si, some books need to be written
for some words require to be spoken
in ink to undo a blanc soul of its virginity
How to become a King after this Queen
To be grand, yet not too explicitly showing
To be both clever and wise without boasting
To be able to bear the pain while none notices
in a way Shakespeare answered their questions
He took up the thorns he'd worn for years before us
seeing what he was capable of so much the superior
that served a people, an earth and heaven's kingdom,
hail to Carolus, the wise, the green isle's final monarch
Words, pages full, that will determine our future,
where messenger and angel mocked, o not by me,
but the bearded miscreant preaching from the pulpit
of whatever creed, for these easily swap there colours
claiming they speak for G-D but knowing nought of Him
Thus a writer of literature was knifed by a devilishly stupid
Far from being inadequate, nay, that was not the reason
but He that'd made Dylan sing "times they are a'changing"
was weary of a world so rich with fictitious joy and benignity
measures had to be taken, torment extending beyond deluge
to break and cleanse a failing mankind. On its remnants renew
and protect this Holy Mother, to give birth to true nobility in each
and everyone, that oldest crowned King understood well and why
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