'Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes'
Haha I am not timeo of you, you old goose; how long have we been fighting? I have thoroughly sounded your bottom! Remember this?
Behold all ye that love the Lord
Your champion fey and strange,
Whose capers, armed with Faith’s bright sword,
Your enemies derange!
Rejoice as he, with laughing grace,
His great high horse astride,
Doth render prostrate on his face
Yon villain arch and snide.
His shield, of wit and laughter wove,
The Mocker vainly hews,
And turns aside each brutish shove
With barbs that but amuse.
I wish I could remember rest but I fucking nailed it, you should have just packed it in right there. And that was even before my magnificent peroration
Begone, foul fiend, return to where
You contemplate your urn;
Your Maker’s marks are everywhere.
Repent, unless ye burn!
