The fortune teller yelled, She told me "There are two breeds of oathbreakers The liar and the failure."
It is this feeble form, With deep roots of saphire Juxtaposed with soft silk Spines, undermined by magma. The milk of these bones are From an unhealthy donar.
Great singers sing Through happiness and sorrow. The writers are writing Whether with joy or woe. The warrior fights on For failure or valour. The great fear not defeat But the fleeting self Who flees.
"12 Before a downfall the heart is haughty, but humility comes before honor." -Proverbs 18:12