Deliver me not from the original grievances
   I issue the wrath to follow
Free the drain on soul strengths that the fraying sanity
    constantly borrows
Instant sloughs of darkly ill magical face cream smearing my guise
Fake dreams of deliverance a nuanced
    future of centuries undone in demise
I can not take any more than the furthest
strengths of human torture
Yet each day the vexes of deadly Angels await
   at my fashioning of hope's,...
          personal door
Can strong words and mighty trials of perseverance help?...
  That which is the truth of existence for me?

Only vague streams of winners and losers
    and deniers await taking their weapons
       and striking at me .... is the sending ,message that can be seen

As zombies gloating over quivering scampering limbs
The vice of walls to protect me now grows far too thin

Oration's tone sounding of skivy demonic crowded contrasts
From champion to hate from glory to denial Earth's
     deadly lack of concern lays it's lies hurt and endemic blasts