The Cross and the Lance...Pt.1

The human experience fulfilling sensation, our environment is our creation, not ours originally,but ours to maintain, natural system,needs are sustained... Everybody has a bell that rings cellular vibration,in song it sings, a siren song enchanting desire a high which takes you higher and higher... The world is full of it's rising stars untapped potential which takes them far, it also has it's falling stars too, a world of fools,a world of ruin... A new portal behind every door a gambit of play being explored every encounter a game of chance,but, what do you bear,the cross or the lance ? The relic spear a source of power Imperial thrones built up their towers from Constantine to Charlemagne, the Byzantine to the Lorraine... All just sequels of transformation preceding was laid their emulation enacted improvements instituted system of governing constituted... All in hope to outlast the past, relay race,a passing of the staff, still only bond by popular opinion confounded by those noxious minions... The eastern hemisphere full of rage they crossed the Atlantic to disengage, but,in their scope,they brought disease, methodology which didn't appease... The red west never got a true chance as invaders stormed behind their lance, Montezuma welcomed with open arms, soldiers of fortune brought firearms... Indigenous people filled their plantation others were chained to fulfill fruition, Noble's became Don's,others slavemaster, chain of events was still a disaster.... From fuedalisms fortune of birth circumstance directed self-worth peasantry suffered tilling the soil while others got fat from plundered spoils...