Monks Quarters Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Cleansing the soul.
Becoming something of debate.
A confession of both in and out.
Let no fear preside.
Yet be humble before the tide.
Who is it we are truly trying impress?
Letters of writ, explaining our acquisition.
For pride you can't hide.
Better not to be sacrificed.
For a nobler cause that doesn't really exist at all.
Manipulation can be done to those who don't freely express.
A warped conquest on self indulgent opinions.
We must see past this, no matter belief or faith.
We must have set rules to follow.
Growing a tree not so hollow, not so rotten.
For many truths conflict, and we must not become part of them.
An distance between us and everything that is not natural.
Beauty should never be hidden, or forbidden.
A culture sickness of daily profit, created by a foreboding lust.
A shunned people out of disgust.
Mounted nails do eventually rust.
Pictures in frames eventually do start to fade.
Years, and years of change.
Time is not an obstacle either in front or behind us.
We live with one realm, one place, no matter what its name.
Accepting no mans fate.
Identity is something we own, and must never let it own us.
Never should having a conscience be a crisis.
But even this should not lead us to violence, no matter rhyme or reason.