A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.
The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.
In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me.
Be sure to leave your underpants with someone you can trust.
The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.
You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you'll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be.