Would Tenacious D perform this on Plymouth Harbor?

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Set on course to New World-

whereupon I serve God, not a throne.

Titled land, no idle hands, 

No tax to pay down Monarch’s loans. 

Storm and dark, diseases, beasties,

yeast, greetings from life, to seize!  

Lore scored to espouse deceit

Makes steep, the grade, 

as maturation mete.    

Clergy, servants to their urges,

worldly vice no frock can hide.

Nowhere is the sheriff with 

a rich man’s charter to abide.  

I am we are

they 

who are not 

those 

no one 

can claim!

Settle did our vessel 

Captained to a rocky shore, mid-day 

3 moons tally season, full.

Behoove the follow-on array 

Nowhere can we hide

a world grown wide

All hands-

make straight the way.

New wilderness 

Old voice persists.

Those sensing pinch,

Go forth unpressed. 

Slack waters, rocks two men high

Dunes and beach grass, frontal jumble.      

Impassioned, I serve right action,

in-step, stumbling humble. 

  

I am not they

all of you 

whoso

themselves  

have stained.