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.

The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.

Lend me your ear, while I call you a fool.

My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.

The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.

I'm a tiger when I want love, but I'm a snake if we disagree.

To tell the truth, I'd scare me too.