Man has a gift unique to only him
his pride, his joy, and hefty skill of hymn.
May a man called civil be acquit,
by glove of king his hand cruelly fit.
For mans' ego should surely have no bounds
contested by no species he's yet found.
wherefore his modesty damned by brothers,
man must believe he outgrows his mother.
Perhaps we will be forever throned,
our lives a pause among this grand empire.
By our just doom we evermore postpone,
our corpse addage to one vicious pyre.
My country's home company to the stars
In my life confined, stole safe so far
his pride, his joy, and hefty skill of hymn.
May a man called civil be acquit,
by glove of king his hand cruelly fit.
For mans' ego should surely have no bounds
contested by no species he's yet found.
wherefore his modesty damned by brothers,
man must believe he outgrows his mother.
Perhaps we will be forever throned,
our lives a pause among this grand empire.
By our just doom we evermore postpone,
our corpse addage to one vicious pyre.
My country's home company to the stars
In my life confined, stole safe so far