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.