what knowing not to fear
Is a kind of salvation
That is made to be abundantly clear
Kindling made from the essence of Man
Is truly a kind of blaze seen by none other
Yet can be evil under the guise of another
Whether it be envy stricken or unsightly lovers,
Among the stars as well as brothers
war wages amongst themselves
As God's judgement passes through them
All the while chanting a battle hymn
Lost in time is the essence of the battle
Steeped in dirty tricks and drabble
No one could ever lose in Humility
As for that's how you grow in futility
For life has thrown me many a challenge
I have lost many battles and won many as well
But to win said battles I had to go through hell
Losing to honest,liars,and cheats
As well as the The showboating leech
But here I am with my head held high
Til my last breath leaves
For my eyes are Steel and my gaze is long
I know that in my life I was born to be
Strong
As you, as I myself or anyone should be
Prepared to become the Righteous
Foundation for Kindling,
For it is sometimes the Humility of man
