A poem for Jack Harper: he's an idiot, but a good man.

[deathbeforedishonour]

Do you know? I believe that if the Prince had killed Jack, I’d never forgive him.

Fear and terror win the day
Pride and wrath prevail
Where justice went no one can say
And honour is sure to fail
Where is glory found in this,
Where might righteousness lie?
Damnation now instead of bliss
Whenever good men die

Wrath destroys what once was great
And pride erodes the pure
Envy robs the wise of fate
And hate brings an end for sure
Where is hope in bitter refrain.
What voice can mercy cry?
What in this can any gain,
Whenever good men die?

If this is us then woe are we
And never will we be saved
Anger blinds our eyes to see
And rage will not be braved
This our chorus and this our song
If the best of us only sigh
Grace no space can here belong
Whenever good men die.