Archive of Our Own

I see our coup succeed without much pain
The soldiers Saint-Just owned no more a threat
When they resist and fight it is in vain
And peace and love is what we shall beget

I'm here because LePic was on my side
From the beginning saw what was my plan
Agreed with me and gave me all the time
I could need at all; I love that man

The monster dead, no trial, a change from him
Just shot by pulser dart, the office his
This was a known; on plan, not on a whim
We know his plays, we know how Saint-Just is

And now my deed is done and I can go
To rest and sleep and watch our nation grow.