Marches happen, do they happen all the time?
Though none shall be so glorious as mine
None so great, as fitting, though you could try
To think of a reason as glorious as I!
I could tell you that I had planned this through
But would it matter as who would come to
Think of those, the greatest but try
To find another as glorious as I!
They could say I wrote those "horrible words"
And I should say "Why not? They befit my world!"
Those who think that they could though would never try
To find their thoughts as glorious as mine!
Those ones that I hate, they know can't you see?
They know we are weak we must cower, can't we?
I must attack and at all costs will try.
To prevent them coming then they will
And then I will
But glorious was I...