Bound to confusion, Enchanted by lore,
Specific and in order, Transcendent of war.
Conflict- Creation, A matter of strife,
Dynamic illusions, To darken life.
Peril awaits, As honor implies,
But tries to deceive, What failure belies.
Patience surrender,s, When trust will ignite,
Lost like a jester, Whom sees without sight.
The king of all kings, The lord of all lords,
How can we prosper, If man is no more.
No crosses to guard, No faith to neglect,
This battle is ours, To claim and protect.
So clearly the victor, Is all but decided,
And what you are reading, Is what they have recited.
To children and lovers, And families the same,
Who struggles to breath, When choked by the shame.
And so within caution, We fasten the locks,
For these are the keys, To Pandora,s box.