Fire resistant

I know I’m inconsistent
Like sometimes fire resistant
Other times get burned
And I feel the flames are attracted
It’s like a lot of other things
Easy to watch from afar
But up close it gets different..
Regardless of intent
I cry sad tears to wet my eyes
I lie my fears in a bed of mice
Comfort is far from my ailing
My body unresponsive like I’m mailing
I’d annoyed another for my humour
It was funny was the rumour
Can’t recall it because I don’t want to
Live my life like we’re one and two
Tired of feeling like a joyless being
I closed my eyes and let my cheeks grin
Morale is as low as my morals
Im another mass produced contrarian

Agreeable Vagabond

I heard about your bandwagon

Please can I jump on it

I’m an agreeable vagabond

And eager to please


Hold me let me check myself

Why hustle just jump on

There’s a seat for your ass welcome

Life is funny when worry is like all other luggage on a shelf


I know who you’ve been seeing

Brazilian girl with the full being

Now no more worry for you

Just get in and cruise let’s get her for you


You there with the fullness

Got the eyes following your finesse

Get on let’s solve your insecurity

Because when your one of many you’re just a number to me


Let’s cruise till the sun comes out

Till regret kicks in

I’m blessed cause I’ve seen

Many forget what to worry about

Valiant hero

Revel in your sin this day
For you have done more good than evil
Ended the life of a tyrannical lord truly evil
Fortune guide you on your journey we pray

Failure to conquer all he did even in his valiant fight
The minions and helpers still draw breath
A martyr he made to strengthen their resolve to fight
This victory may lead to worse outcomes and death

Off in the distance the horde approaches
Our hero had left our hospice in the night
Why did we grant this killing right
Hope our faith was not in vain or worthless

Our war God is full for many have fought and died
The children are captured along with daughters and mothers
Our chief left us and was killed amidst flight
There’s nothing left but trade with hoarders

We learn that our hero did not kill him but found him dead
Seeking glory he raised his worth above his head
Traded our secrets for a role in the horde
And stole from us and drew our blood