Our Journey

Mountains as far as the eye can see. Can this really be? Sharp hills roll violently, As the wind mills turn silently. Time flows idly, How many miles until we're free? This will not go easy, Yet, we'll acheive The feasibly serious Task of not becoming delirious. Don't act imperious, I have no patience For those who nurture Nefarious relations. Grievous intentions, Ordered to specious henchmen. By the facetious X-men Who agreed to this Lesson Hold on tight To your Smith & Wesson. Pain is a blessing That pours out, like caesar Salad dressing.