With the ferocity of a lion
The blood of an Englishman
The angst of a pure-breed rotweiler,
She forced upon herself the truth behind all her lies
The secrets which she kept hidden under security blankets, locked in the vaults of her ancients' pasts
In the raging fire, in the blessed fire she spoke the truth, her truth
A blessing so sacred an angel shames away
A time of love gone wrong, broken tragedies the strongest weep at
She leaped forward, aching to project her knowledge of enlightenment to her world
But she had to start at the bottom
She had to first get her disciples to just listen
With an idea so powerful it possessed the ability to change the world,
She sat dormant with the information that could break walls, heal wounds, and erupt stars
Nobody understood the power,
A girl cannot grasp the world in such a manner,
Oh the doubts of mankind. Bless the children gifted from God to inherit the ability to mystify, to entertain.
Give them the courage of the tiger, let them explode through the fangs of the jaw, let them wrestle the tongue of this beast and conquer
Take the reins and converse the knowledge people believe you don't possess, and prove them wrong eternally