Reflection through the lens of lifeless freedom smiles so bent it stands straight truth,cowardice and creeping in towers long stretching far away telling far away obedient youth,there be no strength there no tale or tease no wronging righteous belief no staring behind written stories no less eating but full.in short toward the gelotine where rhyming stops to lower it's head bow with messy hair and slumber. What have we done to puppets strings a wooden handle no less of things where have we gone from cheaters death no beating pose is reached.shout against time marching seek not to stay for minutes sake for this a letter of filed contempt have won with only losing,have won.