I CHOOSE TO LIVE ON BEGGAR'S MITE, THAN BE THE MAMMON ON DEVIL'S SNOUT
I CHOOSE THE TORRENTS OF SELF DEMANDS
MY UPS AND DOWNS, THAN SELL JUSTICE FOR A POT OF SOUP.
I PRAY THAT MY CONSCIENCE HARMS THE LEAST
SELF DENIAL ..MY DESSERT, THAT PEACE MAY REIGN ON PLANET EARTH.
I CHOOSE TO SWIM IN THE BELLY OF THE TIGER WALE
DOWN DOWN THE DEAD SEA DEPTH ENROUTE THE PROMISED LAND, THAN FEED THE FIRES THAT SOW DISGUST.
I BUILT MYSELF GREAT WALLS OF STRENGTH THAT NO WAR OF WORDS CAN BREAK AND
CHOOSE THE PATHS OF MYSTERY;
MY SHADOWS, A MENTAL SLAVERY;
TO MANY A LIFE OF MISERY
IN THIS, COULD CARVE A NICHE FOR HISTORY.
THAT ON THIS PLANE, MY LOT BE,
A QUINTESSENCE OF GOOD LIVING
AND IN DEATH WEAR ETHEREAL SMILES.
TO NONE, I OWE THIS MASTERY
TO SELF ... THE BEAUTIFUL