play it out with the menchilds at your local exchange level where your brain drains are mutual and thought processes wired alike in base tones
think you not in my premise alignment random bewitched strangers in silly staged drama resonate at will all roads do not lead to Rome and your latin is crude
you err in epics for my mind collects worthy offerings from sages not whimsical ***** dreams of fisherwomen nor does it keep rooms for gainsays of pawn hostesses
speak to brain thats one of your ilk show to eyes sharing your vision our tongues differ and my sight is discerning I cannot see darkness in light for it fails to my gaze
a spartans sword knows craftmanship at best and made not to slice cheap offcuts or gleams unsheath in frivolous sways where unknowns in empty gestures frolic in wisps
go play commons where your menchilds hear your laboured whispers go give brews of your mud chalice to your kinfolks with the penchant for dregs
a chasm rears in deep faithless divide incantations are your limitations your altar rebuked as are your rituals vain priestesses and witless oracles prancing in disregard
what fool feeds the hands that bites him....or see beauty in enemies.....or sensibilities in nonsensicals