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The Bastard's Tale. A classic piece of literature, If I ever heard one. [Part 1:] A wicked, bitter pretense, Stumbling round, No doubt, Blase Righteous. Remember now the year's 1412, or something. As I searched amongst them For a valuable gold piece. Not really, No, not really. The Bastard's Tale, [Part 2:] Now remember, The year is 1714, And we're enjoying our new inventions, Whatever those were. Such is The Bastard's life, Without apology, A cursed, pathetic boredom Altered by death alone. Death, a giant test, Transpired July 30th 1914. You should have seen us then, Coupled as we were, A feverish embrace. Wow. |