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HE WAS BORN FROM LINES OF NOBILTY,

TOO BAD THEY DID NOT SEND HIM TO SCHOOL.

TO LEARN THE NOBLE WAY OF RIPPING AT THE THROATS,

THROATS THAT SPEAK ONLY THE TRUE WORDS OF THE HEART.



FOR THAT ONE SO noble MIGHT LEARN FROM MISTAKES OF OTHERS,

OTHERS THAT SPILL THEIR HEARTFELT WORDS OF WARNING TO THOSE LOST SOULS.

LOST SOULS SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL IN A WORLD WHERE THERE ARE MANY TOOLS OF THE DEVIL. ( to coin a phrase from the Mistress)

STRIKING OUT AT THE WORDS THAT TEAR AT THEIR VERY LONELY SOULS.



TO HUMBLE ONE'S SELF IS SUCH A HARD THING TO LEARN. NOT MANY WILLING TO LEARN,

BUT I ASK THAT WE ALL OPEN OUR HEARTS AND MINDS, LET THE WORDS OF PROMISE SOAK IN.

CHANGE IS SOMETHING THAT WE ALL FEAR THE MOST, DON'T FEAR THAT YOU, OH noble one,

CANNOT CHANGE FOR THE BETTER, WE EMBRACE YOUR HOSTILITY AND VENOM.



LET IT OUT SO THAT YOU MIGHT WALK THE WALK OF A LIGHTER CLEANER SOUL,

JOIN IN ON ALL THE FUN AND EXCITEMENT THAT MAKE US WHAT WE ARE,

JUST HUMANS, PRONE TO MAKE A MISTAKE, ALSO BIG ENOUGH TO TAKE OWNERSHIP FOR THOSE TRANSGRESSIONS,

WE EMBRACE YOUR INNOCENCE, YOUTH, AND EYES UNAFFECTED BY THE UGLINESS IN THE WORLD.