Broader stones have never been thrown
Truer words never spoke in such tone
You seek, you destitute, to atone?
I breach the keep with plans to absolve
The head of the heard, the righteous and good
The bottom of purity, when evil is stirred
This life not unbroad, for some miniscule
When breath limits you to the ways of the world
The forsaken jewel, the scholars mistake
For weed, dirt, or element grown out of hate
If it is uncovered its considered waste
But even the dirty has its chosen place
You must understand this if you are to go
And voyage the roads towards the greatness unknown
You must comprehend that this path unintrigued
Forsaken to some who dont know where it leads
Many will cross the threshhold, thats true
And perhaps, by time lapse, destination resumes
Is only for few, dont dis-lighten my mood
Cause my cargo is caked like some crud on my shoe
I walk like a rabbit thats prayed on by crows
I watch out of habit while keeping my toes
I see the door open, I wish it would close
I cannot look back, I can only push forward
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