Memory breathes thieves.

Mothers grieve leave without glee They flee.

Unjustly done upon thee No morality.

He ran from fans infamous he faced us Fought caught took a knee.

he cracked whacked a man upon a stand A bias pious man to reprimand the dammed. “Guilty shall you plea Mr C?”

“Take a knee bored ford your rymes are free!”

“57 counts!” He pouts.

Reality made castles upon hills crumble Tumble into sea never to be free.