McKechnoids, J.C, the Ed El Man Lords,
Allan Sun Wizards, the finders of frauds…...
Beros's Glen, The Swell from the North,
The Universe orders your presence come forth……
Gregarious Smiths, Sons of The Law,
Ban yards that restrict those who cheat when they score….
O'rourke and the Andrews, Old Knights of the Table,
Their actions and insights all part of the Fable….
The Tyler of the keep, Knightingston Dale,
They never believed the nobody could fail…..
Warner of the West, radiant like the Sun,
Her kindness and warmth with a spirit of fun…..
The keepers of the Peace, The ones of the Past,
Their honest intentions that are surely to last…….
The prodigious Smiths, J P & M,
All of the others that have the calibre of them…..
The mighty Jack Sons, their plight in the toil,
Were found to be the most steadfast and loyal….
Toe Bee, or not, the master of Vialls,
The legend of all, showing classes and styles…..
S MAT the Rock Peter, the Captain at the Helm,
The most treasured part of the entire realm….
Fern an Dez, M'shell on my back,
Making sure that we never lost track…..
Dion the Great, Lovely Eileen,
Such a kind hearted lady she ought to be Queen….
Ellen at task, passed all the tests,
She wears no mask and is one of the Best……
Kazzy & The Kerrs, the Spirit of Rees,
their hearts have been tested and likened to Bee's……
Where is O'donnell, and the great Pergamalis…
Their place is with the holy high chalice….
Patter Son, Terry, and the Beautiful T’s,
Mother Theresa the most treasured of these.....
All others not mentioned, you know who you are, likened to a gift that came down from a star.....
Woe to the Devils and the scandalous Hoards,
Mitchels and Emerys with their deception and fraud....
Wilkins and Thomsons dirty little tricks,
Loathsome detestable unsightly little pricks.....
Moylans and Hanleys, masters of disquise,
Their actions and testimonies embellished with lies.....
Kolms and Mcleans, part of it all,
thought that the nobody would finally fall.....
They thought they had done it, they had finally won,
They didn’t know this has only just begun......
Things come in three’s a wise man once said,
Once the truth comes out, you will all wish you were dead....
You believe you can hide from the Universal mind,
It knows all you have done and identifies your kind....
Once the McKechnoid knows of your criminal actions,
You may very well have your doors kicked down, every one of your faction...
Every lie, every action you have done,
Will come back to bite not only your bum.....
May the Universe judge your final demise,
It’s parasitic nuances like you they despise...
The final insult, the final bit,
I hope your whole blood lines be burned in the Pit.....
Detestable fools and idiotic pests,
Moronic evil children who failed every test....
The conspiring little terrorists, in common consort,
They think they are just going to get hit with the Tort....
Criminals come they are defined in the Code,
The law speaks out loud and applies to their node.....
You can never destroy the spirit of a bee,
The hive lives on in the side of a tree.........
The Bee may die once its enemy has been stung,
Though it alerts your presence for real war has begun......
No burrow, no shelter no where can you hide,
For what comes for you has already died.......
You will pay the price for all of your sin, and this nobody is set to surely win......
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Australia
