posted on Jan, 29 2017 @ 11:00 AM
The first decree:
let the music ring out, and voices lift in song,
lest fear come in the night, to plant the seeds of wrong.
The fires of creativity shall burn through the night,
shining for thise who would give up the fight
a place of merriment, and of cheer;
a place where no man should worry about the spear.
A land of summer, and banished sorrow,
with sweet dreams forever on the morrow.
this place, you know, where peace and freedom dwell,
hearts of light and truth, do grow, and shadows they do fell