Ode To The Saint Poem by Saint Cynosure

People want to break the Saint,
mutter up his words.
Rumors abound,
there all around,
or so the Saint has heard.
They would like to cut his hands,
so he cant move his pen.
Its not his hands that gives us words,
it comes from deep within.
Blind his eyes so he cant see,
the world that he lives in.
Confuse him underneath his flesh,
but never will they win.
Knowledge is forever found,
hidden in his words.
People want to break the Saint,
oh so the Saint has heard.