the vagabond of babylon

[fable]

slip from these, as i please the need
to get RIGHTEOUS! With my own hectic, eclectic,
clenched fists and pounding the pavement,
but no your mistaken, i take NO PAYMENT,
for punishment inflicted -i flicked it,
outta sight, outta mind,
there is only the quest, the struggle,
and the hope i may find, and along with it,
my part to place in humankind, i make haste,
and REFUSE THE TASTE, of your bitter sweet hate,
youd make the perfect mate, but i bowed to you once,
showed you up like stuntd, spat in your face,
and walked away at a hurried pace,
time and space, stood still,
while i chose not to kill, you, your army,
and all your lies, will be defied in the end, revolution,
and an end to your pollution, and posession of the
hearts and spirit, and i know you fear it,
the look in your slitted eyes, are far different, than
when we first shared heated cries, of passion,
the mystery you fashioned, almost had me,
but the story sees a new conclusion in the destiny,
that has arrested me, at the same time set me free,
this time is OUR time, OUR climb, to bring down,
the minds of madness, its time for US to have this,
preciousl planet, our time to man it,
you, and your horde, we shall gorge upon,
serving as sustanence as WE,
conquer this new dawn.