Yes the tub of baths and child's play,
Such a defining moment for me, I must say.
Six years old and so independent,
Yearning for ways to be transcendent.

The reasons for why I locked that door,
Unknown to me and will be forevermore.
If I hadn't and still slipped,
What kind of personality would I be stuck with?

Would I pick myself up after falling?
Would I be so strong to stop my crying,
As I bleed out onto the floor?
Would I ever reach for the door?

At an early age I earned my brass.
I have learned all pain will pass.
I take this memory everyday,
And remember how my paradigm could be different in a way.

Why do bad things happen to good people?
Because good people can grow from it.

-Joseph B Schneider

It's in his shadow we plead
Under his wrath we bleed
His destruction leaks hate into the weak
Leaving the unsubstantial reaping his critique
His actions scorned through years of neglect
It's in his perception only, that we become wrecked
Why do we follow knowing wrong from right
Pushing those we love away from the light
His power is without doubt equal to the greats
Although derived from stray minded it opens the gates
The gates into the souls of those who are tattered
Turning old memories to ones now shattered
Although through it all, we have nothing to fear
For he is nothing more than a broken mirror
It just takes practice to realize his weakness
All his power is nothing to the strong but bleakness
It's in his own prison he will rot
Although it's up to us to become the Juggernaut

-Joseph B Schneider