It is singular
other versions
are just that
antiquated
a twist on faith
blended for misuse
abuse of my strength
solemn, majestic and fair
unafraid when fakeness stares
at compromising boundaries
to cross me unscathed
I make not war
love warrants the cold
raindrops we need
in likeness we bleed
when ruthlessness unfolds
in journey’s across
mountainous plains
aim to question my heart
was forced to address threats
so jealous of respect
gained through experience
I am no fool
an imperfect jewel
always shining when
light hits the angles
exposing the darkness of truth
transformed thus breaking through
blended masculine femininity
in countless family trees
trickle down from hive to bees
floating in the past
freeing fish in archaic streams
supporting such truth
in friend or foe
if intentions are pure
success then flows
for the sake of the show
its keeps going forever
before we got here
and after we’re gone
preceding life well beyond death
finding what’s true in all our dreams.