We two hard men of arms as brothers
Roam the Commons
Encounter pushy spin doctors
One, two, and three
Whispering dark prophesies, with their
Cackling and their moaning
I am seduced by wicked promises of
The Walpole house to me
Here rule I from high on Dunsinane Hill
But first, I have to banish, blame the deed
On servile others
They must be cast out into exile
And gone without delay
God save me, king of cabinet, now I look
Over my shoulder
To see my brother warrior
Damned spot to wash away
Such treachery unbecoming tears my heart
Strings still strumming
But my options grow diminished
No choice but to betray
See the wooded lower chamber
A cloak of green disguise
I nurse bleak imaginings
Amidst that Quercus wall
Mere matter of delusion
No Speaker's firm intrusion
Let guilty solace soon surpass
The tears that fall
I shall reign resolved, proud, never vanquished
Until Great Birnam Wood comes
To High Dunsinane Hill
To High Dunsinane Hill
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