Hot Water
The water is boiling away in the pot the news is getting hot curling toes and final blows isn't it about time we rose
Fauchis email have cut them deep as more awaken from their sleep what they have sowed they start to reap.
St Michaels Mount they scream and shout the rules for us they clearly flout the message getting all about as 13 old trout dressed in red rear their ugly head and hum incantations to put us back to bed but you are too late for all of that the terrier has already caught the rat your magic has no power here no longer will we live in fear we see your end is very near
In Arizona like a phoenix from the fire our hopes fly higher we will not expire on your demand, we have a shield your breath cannot corrode your spittle will not erode we will no longer be slowed it's time to lock and load the world is no longer your abode and as your hands are bound and thrown into the deepest hole in the ground the world will resound with the sound of the praise of God