Political Hanging

Fade into hidden knowledge,
From a book that speaks to the heart,
Opening a chapter in your part,
Forever, the heading is a beverage.

Fast is the start of the private work,
This means a mystifying go ahead,
We carry a large and special bread
For the eating and ingesting in the murk.

Any combat has been breakneck,
Like a sword in pain,
On this is a warning
Not to warn, and not to be fast.