Promise kept, for the sake of promise kept.
Robes worn, for the sake of robes worn.
Wedding bands, and oming hands.
The value in virtue, I will willfully adorn.
Its tightening locks of golden strands
the lightning rocks me, but it understands.
I must work through what I've made,
I trust the solace in this, a stoic slave.
I picked my lot and hold it fast,
I'll stick my spot, this mold is cast
Doubt will cause a shadow
and I've drunken all I had, so
a deep drink in divine, then have your spew.
Trust in the voice
that made this choice,
and for this lifetime, actually see it through.