Will, I am
Why hide what you are after,
As I were the sun you stare upon;
Why linger by the words I utter,
Left ere my thought was done.
...
My ballooning head,
My billowing despair,
I reek of chance run over,
Intestines richly spread;
The air is drunk with foul
Stench of Will long dead.
And critters feast upon,
This bloated angel's bread.
Enters Will of Free,
So sudden, stern & steady
Enters Will of Free,
So sudden, stern & steady
Away, the critters sped,
Forlorn no more, I'm standing
Forlorn no more, I'm standing
Will filled dead Will's mana,
As only Will could ever do,
For Will was once was a hero,
And let Will be one of two,
From dead to living,
It only took Another,
His Majesty Will of Free,
His lordship; friend and brother.
If you're wondering what that was about, mainly:
Don't respect people who don't bother making themselves understandable, and unless
you point out you don't understand them, you're no better:
Surround yourself with healthy spirits, as they will pick you up when you're
a meal to your own madness, and so you should do yourselves as the roles turn, and
turn they will.
Friendship comes at a cost. You are currency.
