Dripping in hemlock and arsenic they monstered out
dressed in designer bad intentions, garland in falsehood
singing lyrics obtuse crocked with triggers ridiculous
the faithful devotees of Baalite tales and the Third Eye
presented by thieves before the altar of the Envious Dins
Do we not know or see that time and tide waits for no one
or that years advance in body and soul as ages consume
we stand because we keep it real and honour and integrity
alien to some, still counts as much as the edifice of truthfulness
and a thousand gilded triggers by knaves, a thousand scorned
The blood drinkers can cut and sup my blood day and night
walls of Jericho be built to hold the soul of the golden eagle
and if honest sweat and endeavours denied, my brow won't lie
what have I to fear with this pair of untainted unsoiled hands
I've not cowered from the dense tongues of the dense malicious
Clarity is mine, my mind attuned because it harbors no ill wills
my memory perfect cause it absents lies and ploys to remember
my body in grace, fit and firm, no guilts or negativity to depress
my joys and spirit intact and flourishing for I drink in positivity
I hawken in gladness to all else like me for so rare is this 'beast'.