And tell you I shall...
Of boundaries I wish not to speak
for all boundaries are sins
sins committed against one's potential.
Of rules I can tell tales
concerned with scrutiny
and enamored with safety
your ancestors placed them
where you now find them.
Tales span eons
tales spawn demons
tales scrawl boons
and tomes
and epitomes
On the present
and the way things are,
could have been
or would have been.
Many a scholar and clerk lay martyred or maimed
It is a dreadful subject my friend
for it bends the very fabric of humanity
and within its confines, no room exists for morality
and under its hood burns all reality.
On God.... Well God is and isn't
any continuation of the previous fragment would be a lie
as I know not what God is or isn't, only that God exisits.