How delicate the decision to choose a choice,
Thine heart leading you to the depth of your soul
where you embroider a story repeated many times
for nothing, for no one, not even God
who looks down
on scribbled scriptures
thundering abolishment
silence you thieves
who dare advance in this kingdom
the spoils will taste much better
when shaded by a cross on a banner
and in my rear i found a bleeding rattle