Limb In All Poem by Neil Kennovin

Freedom only leads to suffering and pain, for
Everyone only cares about what they shall gain.
As time passes, humanity becomes a stain on
Reality, committing heinous atrocities again and again.

The tail does not end here, most certainly!
He who lies like a dog will certainly have his day!
Endeavor for the truth (it all started with a lump of clay)

Weakness is all that is to be found in the search for the wicked.
I can profess that their heart’s inner nature is but a thorny thicket.
Caring feelings? They have none. They do have eyes and a knife however.
Kings may fail and falter, but we shall not! Death may approach as
Early as a spring morn. I will not be afraid, I cannot be afraid! (Am I?)
Death may be delayed, or it may have been looking over your shoulder.