Flavor flavor what is your vise
Dance dance quiet that light
Take me on that journey
To evolve as a servant . A delinquent youth
Found as humble,  expressed as pain
Far to experience strife and decay
To young to understand forever in an instant
Block me from that flavor flavor
Quite that light
Take me now vendetta your vise

I will not accept the feelings
Of beleaguered failure
But returning to accepting positions of meek purity.
Life's whims of character and chaos