Wrap me in thorns and set me ablaze
Push me to see what hell I can raise

Try me and tie me
What efforts I mock
Knock on my door
Or break you, the lock

Thunder and crash
Again and again

Asunder
And number
The efforts grown thin

For the armor of mine
Is the lexicons' s law

And Forging of words
Is The rapiers roar

He who stands for something is prone to prejudice.
He who is prone to prejudice
Is quick to act
He who is quick to act
Is ultimately destined to folly.

For it's said "He who stands for nothing".
"Falls for anything".

So, with breath held
And careful consideration
Ask yourself.

"What do you stand for"?

Is it natural design.
that your action is not of your
Making?


So much control, smacks of huberis.

Like a stubbed toe
On the best of days.

We may Sink.
We may choose
To walk on muddy works

Of choice of our design
Of foot step then upon to us
The foolish path to be

To find us fall in line
With inch and huberis

The easy road
On bridge of backs


And dance to others chimes

But fear can never dictate all
It has no power so

So find us left to no regard
For hate it does burn slow

To self and all that do surround.
And you the least of all so mad

I would so let it go


So laugh at him the emperor
The fool of many skins
The one who owns so much
But never of his sins




And do not sink, no more my friend
The earth will have it's end

Owning of its steedy legs,
Reliable and sure
with length
And breth and gait
It's cleansing fire pure


So malleable are we
And reslient is the cause to wail
At all of misery

Us the fraught and faulty free
The ones who rail against
The lies
We nought to ever be

All that is left to leisure
Is left in the hands of Gods

All that dispose themselves to vice vitality let leave.