StevenZybert

My sincerest apologies ma'am. Shall like words fall upon precious ears again, The right to wallop this dapper man, Will forever be your most generous sin.

My path is as true as any thought, For I am all my enemy has sought. With wings which cannot be used, My grim logic cannot be excused. Fields lay red in my deathly wake. For you, and only you, I must take.

Life is a game of choices, both good and bad, Full of riches; for those who are dead will have never had. How many times must human-kind rise and fall To accomplish nothing more than to fill a barren wall? This game called life is not for the feint of heart, For if you wish to win you must know more than where to start.