Rebellion - IXION

All was so planned

But now fear is spreading

Feel violence, it’s coming

Follows that you know,

My old friend holding

A weak supposal of our worth,

Or thinking by our late dear fellow’s death

Our judgement to be disjoint and out of frame,

Colleagued with the dream of his advantage, He has not failed to pester me with

his doubts

No surrender, feel anger, keep secret

We’re failing for glory

I think it is time to cast traitors

Follow me or else you will be banned