-=Wisdom and War=-

There is pain in wisdom, in knowing thrice
the lamentable knowledge's price
That dines on the most weakened sort
and whispers hence the fears of mice

Tis the eyes that watch but will not see
So the soul continues blissfully
when thou hast burdened all save one
And with that moment suffer silently

Awaken pain in truth's lament
and greet your brother sorrow hence
With gnarled hands of bitter sport
Spring forth and spit on thy heart bent

That you should know every thing instead
and hearken not thy oath and bread
Tremble not beneath this heart of iron
And stare lifeless where my soul hath bled

Strike me down with mine own soul alas
and blink not once at thy trespass
for reckoning shall be swift do mark
and with my soul's blade judgement pass.


(c) 2007 Marc Guerrero