Oh do you not see, the language so cruciated,
By your most unfortunate attempt in grammars?
Do you believe, for that moment that we're mirthed?
Well, then you are as mistaken as the Balaclava Brits.
Don't you see, your own insults to your common decency?
Do you not hear, our desperate attempts to save your sanity?
I hope you hear, I must hope you see.
But I think, you only see your vanity.
Vanity, vanity, everything vanity...
But then where are your humanity? The World wonder'd...
Dedicated to iluvtwilight, ellietwilight12 and every other rabid fan in the whole wide world. I plead to you: Stop this madness...
Inspiration: Alfred, Lord Tennyson; the Charge of the Light Brigade