futile as it seems i keep breathing, holding onto petty dreams of tradition, breaking molds and striding across pigeon holes.
eugenics take me away to a place of sharks with crowns upon their heads, those beastly men who cry battle cries still in this day and age. do not lecture me on what I shall do you old men nor young men bait me to prove myself a man for I am a man tho beastly as it is, for it is what it is my friend know that.
Born with the blood of the common man with the labors and travails aye suckling the fat of life with the blisters of my hands I am that man. Tho in past times I decieved myself before God, man and beasts: a man with a heart be not fooled gentle children for I biding my time. It is he who compels me, it is he who started this fight. Tho I may lose the war at least I shall make a stand before tribes and kings before all eyes upon the stinking carcass, when the time is right I shall make that stand.
Cry not to me for broken hearts and lost minds for we all have been down that troubled road. show me your inner self, what you really are, what you really think and I'll show you a human being.
For all have a past and sacred lineage to a common source. we are here together in this new age and the time to make a stand shall be soon enough for all.