This reads like an exhibitionist's fluffed shit held high as if to prove that understanding and knowledge were so born, clearly, only to die as strangers
This I use to kneel,
That is all
The counting is, I am told, reserved for others
You, however, encompass all; First, last, and those fallen between
What remains..well..
I don't ever give a damn
Keep them up your ass
for all I care
