Five hundred years

500 years

Five hundreds years or so
That we have eventually know
For many pews crowded
But many few will shout it

Save or no save
Bring lot of fangs
People who slew Dame
Compute who have bring fame

Heed the deeds
Of one man's creed
I see him streak
On history unrepeat

Preach the gang-lords
That Heroes is closer
His presence is mere cleanser
Of perception of Harmageddon

I sing Thee's hymn
Many often sleeves slings
He who heeds Thee's Apocreed
Will never regret it

And this we sing:
Five hundred years foreseen
Unity becomes diversity
And diversity becomes solidity