Why is it generally exhumed,
O’ that bring death into light,
It was the deed entrusted to you,
Maybe, fools of themselves through nights,
Likely the center of we all can nile,
Blood in the rook castling clouds,
Should I continue the bricks,
The circles of imaginations struggling,
Fitting the escape, under the trips,
Exhibit A challenging surrender dominating,
Clearly its understandable,
Yet an issue in a fit of rage,
So how unless we get to this point,
Exhibit B the final page.