| I often mistrust words of others brothers in arms I feel as though you are out to get me with tight bonds formed through the stitches of time� we sew we reap we love we weep we are larger than life feel the pain as I cut myself with a blunt knife |
| I feel the tug as the universe pulls no longer can I keep still thank my deliverers only to find paranoia was to arrive nothing more nothing less the bonds stay intact discovering to be only tighter |