Testudo. The Turtle forms, we
Stand. Hunker down under your shield/my shield
Now and then shifting smartly left or right to kill/hate
Could it be
Enemies you love?
Ought not so to be.
the Turtle's misformed, deformed, in form
the center cannot hold...
And that was the lesson, war don't make things better,
Nobody, God Almighty included,
ever looked on war's results,
at a human-dirt level, and said "That's good."
If I am average,
I may make certain assumptions based on self evidence,
things mine own eyes witnessed, as it seemed.
I can stand ready to give answers to every challenge to the faith.
(Stipulation, mine, the faith
That is in me.)
I cannot so stand for the faith that is in you.
Rise to the challenge.
It’s your faith you’re defendin’,
I got mine covered.
Your hate shan’t hinder me, I shan’t let it.
Letters can naught contain.
Your hate has not to gain. Spell o' respect,
on you. R E S P E C T find out what it mean.
D I V O R C E, curse on you.
Spell o' bitter'n average stupid in yo' mouth.
Tammy and Aretha walzin' wit Matilda,
put a spell, on you, onus ennui, pay attention, fool.
Beyond the shell of your belief is all that’s called unbelievable,
Beyond the bubble of all you know is all you don't.
Simple to sublime.
Here’s this deal:
Your fair share of everything,
in return for nothing. Grace for grace.
Take it or leave it, makes me no nevermind.
Thank you, Knower of all, for what's granted.
You could stop there if that were your childhood prayer routine.
Amen makes it so.
A command from the bridge, “Make it so, Mr. Solo.”
This tortoise may bear the weight of the world, but
Can we believe it?
Standing on such tortoises all the way down?
(Google it, f’Cry’sake. E’en scientologists know
you gotta know what the words mean
when you read ’em or hear ’em or say ’em.) Define yer term.
Lies powerless, the idle word, bleeding from the wounds,
redeem them all. Sense and sensibility,
Pride and pre-
next, like yo judgment changes the future.
Sistere's the command to stand
given prior to the command to form Testudo,
the Roman version of the tortoise
military engineering adaptation
young Alex used to maul
Persian shieldwalls. A human tank, back then.
Shield of faith.
We have the mind anointed for the appointed time.
Build another wall, or we will loose the mob,
after the futbol game.
Can you believe that?
Test u do, then wait.
Cool, it’s shady under such a cloud of witnesses.
Toying with lead soldiers. That, and lead paint. Maybe I am mad. Or only old.
Maybe, no, wait and see. Let patience have her perfect work.