I've found myself here again,
On new purposes,
Is it greed in lust to revenge?
The two sorrows married on strict vows
As foes we must preach just,
On the surface only dust,
I gripe the neck of thee, for the giving life should be set free,
In treacherous motion, I stand by my notion
That nothing was never not to be

Some say the news is old-spoken,
Yet fluent to some like the lady unspoken,
The fruits of my labor are bruised and bleeding,
I travel forth at the sidewalk I'm spitting,
Some never pay their dues like the man living in masks,
He finds the story a menial task,
But it's the story not of him,
The one where man themselves cannot win,
A strong sin, misproud, it happens again