King Arthur The Red

Cells are crazy in the head, evils buried in the land,

For the king, for the dread.

Animated freed, and cared

To be led.

Violence, hatred in the rains

Kill the best and move the trains.

Tax implies by the source of gains.

Constant tendency put in the lanes,

No one explains.

From the pain to the edge

Set the strokes from every wedge

From the wedge, reclaim others’ ways.