*** written five ten two thousand nineteen ***
Honor thy thieves and thy lenders
For they have given you worth.
Honor their disease and it's persistence
For they have given you rank.Honor thy loss and your doom,
For folly is the henderance of fate.Honor that which is lost, for it obliges foreshadowing of fate.
Honor that which struggles
For dinner which bells the web allow for restful play with ones fortune.Honor the mob and the heretic,
For we have taught courts to tort their own prestige for lack of signatures, as sheep have been taught to need shepards and thus industry is born.
Honor that by which you are forcibly breeched, for, pray it simple, you tormented not in its beckoning.Honor the liar and the muse, for without which - the fingers of mortals would only play on weapons.
Honor the salesman, for who are you to know what you need, let alone want.
Honor the honorable attorney, be it advisable.
Honor those that select sword over dagger, for if it teach what wins war we might endure admission that we did so to secure an er' demanding investment.
Honor the weatherman and his forecast, least we start dressing for the reality of those around us, rather than our coincided expectations.
Honor the ravenous, blood thirsty and riteous, for as they gather in numbers they become less deterred yet more predictable and unto themselves a vague abstraction. Mans Religion is god's art, be it post modern, characature or morose.
Honor the impure, unless we know ourselves to be the causality there in of all, or at least enough.
Honor that which refuses and detests. Empathy sets limitation as does grace through the clockwork of patience and pragmatism, in either order.
Honor that which safeguards the unknown,
For hope is a wicked abyss to stare at directly.Honor the wicked and scorned
For war keeps more titles than the peaceful keep score.Honor in death, that which makes sluggish the living.
Honor in passing, the heights by which you can choose to fear and in so, never climb.
Honor what is held dear to others, for inso you will have far more time to choose how to act.
Honor not, least you be honored yourself.
Honor nothing in silence, least it be disturbed from its slumber.
Honor in hindsight
Throw thyself.
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PoetryCollection of fan-created poetry centered around upcoming band The Double Croxx