{"id":165,"date":"2021-02-22T04:01:17","date_gmt":"2021-02-22T04:01:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gibson.show\/bard\/?page_id=165"},"modified":"2021-02-22T04:01:17","modified_gmt":"2021-02-22T04:01:17","slug":"place-of-great-evil","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/gibson.show\/bard\/place-of-great-evil\/","title":{"rendered":"Place of Great Evil"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">\n I return from a place of great evil,\n Where suffering fills the streets\n The gilded few live sheltered lives,\n While chewing on succulent meats\n \n When I arrived, I sought a kind soul  \n Who could take my coin for the night\n To my surprise, a guard on patrol\n Had me arrested on sight\n \n I sat and moiled, in that dank cell\n I wondered and worried, what was my crime\n In anguish and sorrow I wept and yelled\n And lost all accounting of time\n \n Once a day, they fed me an evil slop\n Tasteless starch, wet and gray\n Too crude to eat, My spirits dropped\n But I lived to tribunal day\n \n I was led into a great chiseled dome\n Judges in cloaks, eyed my poor robes\n said I could not do my business alone\n I had to find lodging with someone I know\n \n \"But I am a traveler\" I had to cry,\n \"I know no soul, who lives in this place\"\n The -- judge looked up, to catch my green eyes\n And silenced my wails, with the cast of his face\n \n I slunk out to the marketplace\n A captain looked up, as if he well knew\n My previous tortures, showed in my face\n If I didn't want more, I should vacate his view\n \n I implored every stranger I saw,\n But all just ignored, my obvious pleas\n As curfew approached, I fled those great walls\n Preferring to sleep in the damp with the fleas\n \n And here, I return, half starved and half drowned\n But never again will I leave  \n To avoid all the evil of cities and towns,\n Our rites should be followed to show we believe\n \n The old ways are best, this I have learned\n So bring out your sickle and robes\n Just one sacrifice left, and favor is earned\n And once more our harvest will grow\n \n \nChords!\nD C D \/ C G D \/ D C D \/ C G D <\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I return from a place of great evil, Where suffering fills the streets The gilded few live sheltered lives, While chewing on succulent meats When I arrived, I sought a<span class=\"more-button\"><a href=\"https:\/\/gibson.show\/bard\/place-of-great-evil\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Place of Great Evil<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gibson.show\/bard\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/165"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gibson.show\/bard\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gibson.show\/bard\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gibson.show\/bard\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gibson.show\/bard\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=165"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/gibson.show\/bard\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/165\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":166,"href":"https:\/\/gibson.show\/bard\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/165\/revisions\/166"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gibson.show\/bard\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=165"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}