Let's all gather around here today
In the Swiftholian Lands where charts that have been slain lay
From album to album
Our purchases have been made
With each one receipts have been given that we claim
From second singles therefore outward
The fate of the third has always been a hazard
From the hymn Trouble
Basked in all it's glory and power
It's time we look down upon a hymn who's grave is blooming after a cold February shower
From it's composition crafted by the hands of god
To it's articulation from the holy one sheself
It's time to mourn a hymn's true disruption
Not by the hands of fate
But by the hands of the chosen one herself
We bask in waters of sorrow
Waters composed of our tears
It's time we mourn a hymn named Style
Who's death we never imagined through these years
So rise to the heaven in all your potential glory
Amongst hymns like Sparks Fly and The Story
Our hearts forever hold you in the highest honor
My dear Style
My dear Style
A smash hit in the heart
You will be in ours
RIP STYLE
February 10th, 2015 - February 23rd, 2015
