Shall we agree with the fable of what has come before
One says she is a witness, one says she is a whore
Whatever suits your fancy, whatever gets you more
The victors scribe the history, only the righteous settle a score
Certainly the cave is the darkest, the further depths you explore
There is comfort in the communal hearth, a burden released when you close the door
We're all the progeny of ancestors who won that primordial war
All these stories written, based on what was read before
The archetype of self preservation, entwined between the line of lore
One says he is a genius, one says he is a boor
It is not just history that is fable
Dear Emperor General of the Corps
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