Remember. Before you, they'd bend like steel beneath the blacksmith. How badly your miss your fire! When unseen were the chances, Faith surely was your own. How come now you 'quest your eyes to unsee our hope? What except Heaven seats your stand? A spectre in the porch about night-time? Or a hanging tail within? How come now with bold cowardice You shrivel towards the brim?
I hold a deep score of controversial thoughts and judgement.... To save my mind, I formed this self-clinic to open up to the world my opinions and how raw. Here, You marsh me if I pump out of bounds. Feed me powder if my tongue drips too much oil. Merciless water if I'm too fire. Deal me your better opinion. Don't you hold back! YOU ARE WELCOME.