I've watched the days pass. One by one until the fall of man. And seen the cynics feed the jaded. Merely scraps and bones. . The kingdom shaken. It's foundation nearly turned to sand.
Could blood not be so sweet or flow enough to sustain. Two hundred nine tomorrow's rise and I'm alone again. Please not this way so sweet on my tounge it burns away.
I find not distractions live life of single mind. And failure is not inherent for I will have what's mine. I'll struggle and sacrifice should I find value there.