I Grasp the Sword from the Stone

Lavender coats my heart today. I smile from the inside as I face the rain that parallels my troubling dreams. The two shades of grey with lavender flecks is ironic, but well understood by the MONARCH butterfly that follows me on my way. Maybe a VICEROY has no poison, but it is still a case of mimicking royalty. I will step into the light and the judgement will be profound and all victories will be hard won. I take the chaste sword and behead the laughing faces of cruelty and COMMONER. Gutter trash is part of my every day. You have created that certification for yourselves by not minding my rights and privacy. Royal blood is thick, but not certain. Even chains of succession are up in the air today. I bring in the force needed to fight. I ask for the protection of SWASTIKA today. A brilliant light shines beneath it. Maybe you all say that a symbol like that can never be beautiful. I guess that is what they say about me too. Military, from birth, and the product of top military and top royalty, but always denied my rights and all of the sins of those close and far are put onto me. I just MARCH with the burden, never even stealing a queen bee in my journey. Cut my throat and hands, WICCAN SOCIETY. It will not make you beautiful and I will not even show a mark after years of your hypocrisy. Maybe it is the confusion of cop society that leaves the doors of true therapy open for me. Ladies, are you scared that I will get what I need from a proud GERMAN, white male? Do you all hear the sirens? They are here for YOU, ladies. You are all completely crazy and thus INEFFECTIVE. Police will no longer fall prey. They are here to say, "GET AWAY!" today.