It has long since singed your lashes an blurred your vision,
From the very day you thought ‘it’ best to adorn and chase the vane passion,
Illuminating your path to death’s varied admission.
The likeness of a lion shall remain as such,
So will palettes of bold color with textures abrasive to the touch,
For a wolf in sheep’s clothing shall never chew on a grassy patch.
Of what use is protection if it exposes your weakness,
If this be your plan, know that the methods of guerrilla warfare are seldom careless,
I beg you temper your choice of arson with a wee bit of finesse.
Waste not your mental faculties,
Nor underestimate those divinely a burdened abilities,
No! Not on the false and half truths of hedonistic idealities.