The King has made a plan

He was playing with her hair

He couldn't tell if what he felt was violence speaking out

The bright lit discoveratory was absently loud

It made her squirm, she said-

"War, I never knew your hands could move so quick

Your golden arrows sing

Your golden arrows sing

I'll format your lips."

Don't ever speak of stars

If you formed from different parts

Cause you know I lied there drunk that night

With the armour at my side

I left it for several seconds

But it's just enough to tear my spine, I said-

"War, I never knew your hands could move so quick

Your golden arrows sing

Your golden arrows sing

I'll format your lips."

Still you watch the golden lines...

War, I never knew your hands could move so quick

Your golden arrows sing

Your golden arrows sing

I'll format your lips

And with this being witnessed, our character now has learned that fools are being taught to hate...

Now what's this you say about those sleeping children?