4 Id

Its not a veil one suitably chooses to wear,

For it is a condemned life style cursed from ancestrial wares.

Put into place by a violent cosmic tear,

Shoved into this body spit fired and fair.

For although easy on eye,

Body always absent to keep;

He wanders in aimlessly while others undisturbed choose to eat.

Whilest the show may be wasted,

I only perform for me;

Because there has to be somebody keeping entertained the being.

For me human, or a barred bare beast;

Or did universe procurement merge the two under kelvin’s heat?

From the depths of downvert bridges,

Or astronomical heavens height:

Where ever he come from,

His meaning is not but a plight.

He consumes foul hearted,

The pig sty and wares:

While gallavantly worldly and pressing about affair.

You see not, for you’d have to know;

He is indigent and sewed,

For he indentured himself before his birthright was even told.

So i tell you wholehearted and fool for no pity,

That this life cant be chosen even if you think your ready.

For it not a haughty responsibility,

To not definitely the ill fate of heart;

For in this bestowed position it teaches the world to hearth:

For no riches or stares can break what is held,

Its a humbling position however with only the address of hell’eth herald.