I am free
As the spirits lay me to rest
Repenting to the ancients
Enlightenment
A world with man at helm
Remembering long ago
As the crows fly circular, I look upon
Fought into the night as we exchange
Battling whom ever
Not giving up
A peasant inside became a flea
Unarmed as sentiments remorse
Deceitfulness is madness
An enemy disrupts with calamity
A passive apprehension
On a peaceful day
Boldness makes your blood boil
Why am I here?