Gavin

Travailing along the Way.

To find one a slave

When he thought he was free.

Will he live debased?

Or find liberty?

 

With a web all around

As thick as the night.

Will he lose ground?

Or is all in sight?

 

No matter the toil

Or devious the foe.

Bankers or royal

Freedom shall grow.

 

As the debt rises

So does the son.

Great are the prizes

When all is undone.

 

Look into the past

See where we've been.

All enemies surpassed

-All were laid thin.

 

The mightier the tyrant

The greater the win.

The noble aspirant 

Sees all as his kin.

 



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