Surely I am the Man. My sidearm sparks, puff of Smoke, bodies dropped. None shall stand against My stainless steel. Eternal Unquenched flame, Sulfur Saltpeter,
These words become myAlchemical masterwork,In which various Characters voice myPugnanimous sentimentsAnd brawl on the floor. Thus do I transmuteVitriol, uncouth, intoSublimest vapors.
Look for me, I amNot easy to find. I blendInto the woodwork. It’s survival, notCowardice. I go to ground.Who shall praise you if We all
Unchecked aggression.You have to make a stand. AtYour word, we fight, die. In the plains will theyRout us, but in the hills weWill win. Chariots
Must I pretend theProstitute for you to doMe honor? Your first Born, vile villain,Fell victim to his vices.Second, Chester cheat, Slid his sword from mySex,
God breathed me into Mom, and I came to life. Dad Saw who I was, and Said, “he’s Lord of all.” The coat I wore,