Lowest bid for the winning loser
Twisted tales of a failing success
Stooping slope
No restraint
Invisible shackles of pointless babble
Glass hearts pull the strings to rope puppets and tongues tie in the words of yet another
Bitter tale of
Disbelief
No false facts or bound creation
Pure, Defiant freedom
Strings attached are cut and callous minds are cast off
For we will rule
And i shall wait
