There you lay
***** throne and stony crown
Ruler of the sub terrain
You hearth none

But here comes the loudest voice
your mental state
Made physical by his touch
All in his presence must look

to look away is to hide from truth
Only to hear that screaming voice
behind your head
Like a Raging battle
Over your shoulders

A voice so loud and true
The most planted of men
Are uncomfortably lifted from there plot
And made to stand and look in mirrors