Tremors In Troy

I’m well rested on this bed of cold cement With passersby borrowing me their eyes for a blanket Oblivious to the fact that I now lay victorious Adding salt to my open wounds inglorious I put words into action as my compass With passion and determination my gate pass And challenge the barriers that came and stood before Internalised gatekeepers that I chose to ignore laugh at my insignificance feed on my intolerance But still seek residence inside me like repressive laws To the battlefields, to epic sword fights To fears piercing hearts To lies testing the truth To honour giving birth To a purpose, I fight for Stand for, and am willing to die for Every weakness a potential target With the odds against me I must erect a strong defence And an even better offense Irrational and methological Biblical and methodical Sacrifices to the Gods and Zeus Prayers to God and the unborn Jesus And mast the highest sail Strategies and plans of attack to foil To propel my battleship with gale force winds With canon fire passed sinking minds An army of ten thousand strong charging against Whatever manner of creature may metamorphose From the deepest part of my conscience Troy was destroyed from within Superstition, a weak mind to begin Arrogance and self glorification a mental disease The enemy will attack Prepared, victory I will take