I am the great body machine
Of wire and bone I am constructed
Tall tales of glory I tell
For under great heroes I fell
Desecrated castles swindle the meek
In talent they find baseless feats
A man who convinces can be king
As long as he can tell anyone to lie under his wing.
We are the insatiable
The breviamor
The fickle in tongue
And fickle in mind