Fashioning a Looser Collar

Powerful energy in vicinity. Me in we and then back to yee singly. I like that you stop and that you are not a cop. Finding the might beneath it all is the passion door without an umbrella to keep the lilies dry. I move around your bubble, as you speak, in mind, and are not kind to the area where you see me not to be. Finding a single rose within me, you look at the tick tock of the clock on your wrist. Maybe it is someone else. No it is me. I have the will to hold out and walk in lock step with the diseased. I show the guilt of those that you all presumed as innocent and weak. I champion the cause of the strong to pick up the sword. A new sect will be the hierarchy, and we will live in DEEP secrecy. Take my hand and a caress will telepathically sweep your cheek. Know not the passion of the peach, and draw in the mighty horse hoof beat of The Derby.