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William holds his palm out proudUpon the Bible, lays it downAnd solemnly swears against itThat every word is trueSearching through the faceless crowdIn the hallowed auditoriumHe sees that everyone is turned against himAnd his endless pursuitThe saga that he spells out Has mothers grabbing childrenGrown men twisting mustaches As priests smooth out their suitsBut William hammers right alongAnd ignores the banging gavel ofThe judges plea for order In the chaos of the roomOutside my cellThere is an oak that growsThrough the fence line And towards the sunThey built a barrier of barbsFlush but against it's barkAnd still it's burls unfurlAnd the branch's strongThe silver thorns that hem in my holeSnare me here through sun and snowWhile barbs may scar They cannot stop the mighty OakBurgeoning upward and outThis figure made outThe persistence that'd been madeStopped by it's daggered escape routeOnce it finally stands tallThe limbs will make the fence fallThe slowest getaway called And the guard ever sawThe warden scratches his bald patchesRaise his arms in the airAnd wonders how this happenedDespite his decades to prepareIn this I found the fate-You'd see my sentence a mistakeDischarge me from this placeAnd reinstate me in your graceThe truth will set you free one dayMy father promised meBut I'd never thoughtThe truth would come this way, quite honestlyWilliam holds his palm out proudUpon the Bible, lays it downAnd solemnly swear against itThat every word is trueSearching through the faceless crowdIn the hallowed auditoriumHe sees that everyone is turned against himAnd his endless pursuitIf you'd a told me back thenThat the words from my penWould end up bein' a pain of mineI'd never change a damn thingI'm so shocking to your earsThat the treaties you revereWould suffer such assessmentAt the status of _______But I am more than well awareOf how you all were unpreparedTo stare into the sunAs it means to pick up on it's flaresConverted in questionAnd career upon the lineI suffer your reckless sanctionsWith a clarity of mindThe charges that you layAgainst my character are faith fullAnd burden you with shameWhen you face the gruesome paradiseAnd he knows as well as IThat the heralds can carol fight songsThe refrain rate's familiarBut the words just seem a tad wrongGod is just a breath awayHe lives a kiss from your lipsWith a message _____ _______Drifts from mountains chiseled tipsSo this is itMy suffer'n sings it's swan songSuspicion sets me sovereignFrom restriction of your sad bondsYou edit me from existenceFor continuityWhere it will be always in your footstepsTo document your lunacyWilliam holds his palm out proudUpon the Bible, lays it downAnd solemnly swears against itThat every word is trueSearching through the faceless crowdIn the hallowed auditoriumHe sees that everyone is turned against himAnd his endless pursuitThe saga that he spells out Has mothers grabbing childrenGrown men twisting mustaches As priests smooth out their suitsBut William hammers right alongAnd ignores the banging gavel ofThe judges plea for order In the chaos of the room

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