Death awaits for the fearful purple rainbow
it's gripping fist passes through the haze
amidsts confusion, he deems himself as king
and once again, is drawn into the maze
For the purple rainbow, it's hue lost in dunes
Awaits salvation, his psyche to be fed
Anguish engulf his deepers wounds
as this post by himself is read
Crying for help, this bitter soul weeps
unknown to this land or none
as UM throw in their darkest truth
this bitter one is done
Here ye, Hear ye... for the dawn has passed again
As I call upon the best, all the rest obey
Mark's our King, I hereby say
This fact shall forever lay
For all the rest that lay the strength
To be deemed as the UM King
be just mere flocks of pink kangaroos
floating without hue