The Ballad of the White Haired Man

The flame flickers in the night

It gives me hope it gives me light

Now matter how dark, this flame will guide me

To lift me up when I am down

To others this flame is a clown

It burns with a heated passion

And weeds out the weak and bashful

The flame flickers in the night

It gives me hope it gives me light

The flame is dimming but I am steadfast

Ready to fight off the evil rash

All red and vile ready to kill

But I am here, ready and thrilled

Ready to fend off hate, and the rest of the world

The flame flickered in the night

It gave me hope it gave me light

But I am here, sitting in the dark

Standing strong, and standing stark

I keep a look out for those who follow, to ensure that the words spoken were not hollow

The old flame is gone, but I remain

To burn brighter with each passing day

Now I flicker in the night

Giving those who look on comfort and delight

I will burn until my time is done

And will not give up until the war is won

The old flame is gone but I remain

To ensure that the world does not go insane

And although there is only darkness ahead the words: “It’s not me it’s us”

Ring in my head

Signed,

The Great White Hope

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