How can one refrain, that which is disdain,
When all the voices maim, and bicker, and chant.
The words have lost thier meaning, to sustain,
And now there is only remnants of the rant.... more »
Rough and wrong my dear
is the Power of fear.
Bystanders are too foolish to contradict
The conspiracy of society,... more »
We are here to tell the story
Of a now flourishing nation,
Whose want for glory,
Started with a realization.... more »
Shall I tell you of the die that I die?
The momentous story locked up in time,
Starts with the past that that never asks why,
And ends so sweetly with death at my prime.... more »