I have faith in a grand plan, but my faith has to concentrate on my daily struggles. People are used as fodder for writing, but not as friendship. It is a little bit here and a little bit there. You will not shake and break me. I just move on with a cursory knowledge of another being. I see the landscape as vapid, and spells as evil. I look you in the eye, and you lie. Why be in front of me in the first place? There is arrogance in you. I am ethics and humility. My discernment is golden, but I know that your heart is absent of even cockles. Horsey be with me, and let's tell the demons we will be free. None of these beings will agree. They are all so borderline evil to me.
You look and I am a rook. People buzz around me, and I take in plenty. My barrier to your cruelty is an ability. I can then survive and somewhat thrive as you devour me. I do not sell. You do. I listen to each little tree, and I tell him/ her how tall he can be. My thumb is not green. My palm is red. Earth still exists inside my head. Geology can represent the demonry of nations. Cruelty and brutality the earth swarms with warlockery. See it, and be it is wizardry. That is not something I want to be. The temperature is rising and the rock is molten in a lava state. I see sinkholes inside your mind. Around me you will be kind, or you will go instantly blind. You have all disgraced your faith. God's judgement will be swift for he/ she is irate. No three piece suit will make you clean. About me and my past you all are so mean. Well this little puss n boots knows to keep the foil at her side, and begin to move away from the trappings of youth.
Eyes are there, and you do care.
In the trappings of amoral tradition you are defined.
Blindness is me, and I am never victim.
Your thoughts and pleasures are diseased.
The numbers are cruelty, but it is military.
Everyone moves away, and I am alone today.
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