To Albion

Of fields of green and luscious streams
and skies of blue and gold
Of deadly swamps and talking doors
and beasts from times of old

Of giant bugs and vicious thugs
and shambling undead freaks
Of trolls composed of soil and stone
and restless souls that shriek

They only need one kind of booze
that everyone imbibes
from nobles down to farmer folk
the taverns seem to thrive

There is only one whorehouse
in all of this great land
But STDs are unheard of
and no birth is unplanned

The thing that wierds me out the most
is no one hardly sleeps
There is nowhere to take a shit
and no one hardly eats

And if a quiet, peaceful town
should somehow get attacked
You'll find the next time you return
the people will come back

In every town there's the same guy
who tells your life in song
But when you pay to hear him sing
you'll find most of it wrong

They have their own corrupt town guard
who look down on the poor
And if you have some gold to spare
your crimes will be ignored

I'm not sure where I'm going with this
after writing this verse
I guess all kingdoms have their flaws
but it could be way worse
Written by LordCreepy (Colten_Sorrells)
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