All was so planned But now fear is spreading Feel violence, it's coming Follows that you know, My old friend holding A weak supposal of our worth, Or thinking by our late dear fellow's death Our judgement to be disjoint and out of frame, Colleagued with the dream of his advantage, He has not failed to pester me with his doubts No surrender, feel anger, keep secret We're failing for glory I think it is time to cast traitors Follow me or else you will be banned