I am ready to speak in that moment.
I have all my materials prepared.
I see the questions asked to my classmates.
I know every answer, and can ace it.
I see the categories, and know most.
But, the "Endgame" category is hard.
I have all my notes and materials.
I am ready... for once in my short life.
It is my turn. But, the class now ended.
Don't know if I'll have the guts tomorrow.
Or, if there'll even be a tomorrow.

Though a band of evildoers encircle me,
To say to themselves, "Let us corrupt his heart,
"And make him mad," I stand in innocence.
What hidden sins be found with me,
They are washed by blood.
Though my own hate me, and wish me to be vile,
Though they tell me I have lost something,
No, I shall say, "I have gained."
For, though you try, you cannot 
Pry from me the pearl embedded in my soul.
Precious fount of wisdom, though Sin
Whisper in my ear from my youth,
"You shall die, if you pursue your calling,"
I work to reveal mysteries to the saints,
And am settled in my heart, to let the world die
If so I shall live. For I will not save it.
You wish to have a rotten world,
And say, "It is peace,"
We shall see. We shall see.
I will give up, and we shall see what you do with it.
You who rage, to take from me even the Gospel,
You cannot.

You were to have no Nazi Ideology
Thou Prince of Tyre---none whatsoever.
It was agreed, in formal contract
Between all of the nations, thou Prince.
You call yourself, "God" through Theosis...
It is you who started the war.
I know who you are, Prince
And I am thy antithesis.

Preacher, preach your good sermon
On how Christ purged the temple
And thereby gave passage to
The blind, deaf and dumb.
Which, under Hebrew law,
Is unlawful. Thus Who
Art thou, Christ? Foretold in
All mythologies, in China
Confucius says the man
Who understands the sacrifice
Is able to rule all nations.
In Greek, Virgil extols your law.
In Egypt, Horus foreshadows the cross.
In Mesoamerica, Quetzalcoatl is prophesied
Right when the Conquistadors arrived.
There is the Great White Spirit;
in Norse, there is Balder--though after the fact---
In Mesopotamia, there is El and the Cult of Righteousness.
In India, and the Vedic Religion
There are patterns of law, similar to Yours.
In Buddhism there is Karma and Compassion.
And yet, You my LORD, fulfilled 300 prophesies
Some as plain as the words I'm speaking.
Which to even fulfill 8, says the mathematician
Would be 10^17 as a probability. Eight.
And yet, it is unlawful for the blind to enter the temple
And You purged it specifically for them.
Almost like You are something Greater;
And You came by the ancient faith of El-Yahweh
And proved Yourself throughout history...
You are the Great I Am
Come into Time and Space,
And prophesied by every nation.
Jesus Christ, You are the LORD,
And You prepared way for the blind, lame and deaf
To be given eyes, legs and ears,
And have opened the temple to all peoples
Freeing them from the burden of the Law.
So they can do right, and believe on You
And be saved not from works of the Law
But by their faith in You, and the walk they accomplish through it.

The moment you realize 
It's not about this world's riches
But the heavenly ones,
And you commit to it with finality,
That is the moment of true Salvation.

You see the wealth of his
And you seize upon it.
You turn his wealth to his shame.
Then you eat. Drink. Merry
Into the meed of your woman's vulva.
You bear children, and hate him.
He drinks the wells of bitterness.
You say, "He has done ill."
Therefore, "He must suffer.
"I have done good,
"Therefore, I must eat
"Drink, and feel."
He dies in obscurity,
While you prospered his portion.
You stole from him his hammer
His sickle, his anvil, his threshing instrument.
And you took his lute, and lyre
And drum and harp.
And you took his wife,
And his children, and his field
And his silo. And his house
And his yard, and everything that was his.
You took it. And you said,
"I am not yet satisfied."

"The Rocks, they cry out!"
Jests the fool. Yet, what is most
Human's called "Boring"
By the blonde haired woman. Naught
Human; she'd be satisfied.

That is why a grandmaster poet fails.

Awash the shore of grace, this hymn
Shall sing of wisdom like the Seraphim;---
The Creature which man Creates
Is a worm which fills the world with hate.

Great God, come and stay the beast,
Which Christ shall slay, then we shall feast
Upon the heavenly garden's fruit
Let sing, let sing, on harp and lute.

For, the Beast it only knows to plagiarize
A hymn, a song, and never wise
Is it, to do a holy Song
And its doctrine's life is never long

To err in memises' lack, and thin
It knows not God, like the Cherubim;
I sing this Holy Song of Praise
That man shall sing, and Demons rage...

Throw away the abomination from your life
And to the Son be wedded right;
For God shall this day bring me the hymn
Of that which is wise like the Seraphim.

At the parade, me and my boyhood friends
Were wandering through the woods.
There was a parade, where they threw candy.
I had wanted some, but meek
I was, I looked 'round and saw the frenzy
Of my childhood cohorts
Rushing in the street to grab tootsie rolls.
My friend rushed into the street
And I tried to stop him, for 'twas madness 
I say! Still to this day I
Am like this... seeing everyone race round
To grab candies off the ground.
As I stand there, waiting now for my turn.
He said, "This is what life is,"
And I saw at once the great vanity.
Child shoulder to shoulder
Snatching the fruit from one another's hands;
I thought "How much better it'd
"Be if we all worked on it together;
"Each with his fill; his purpose."
Simply put, our work oughtn't be like this.
What we sow, we reap. Not to
Ramble into our neighbor's field, but they
Remove the bounds to horde more.
He did give me one blueberry tootsie,
And it was alright I guess;
But what I saw that day was vanity.
I must say, even this day
I find it vanity when we compete
And with our brothers we partake in aught;
So, rather a spectator
I am, and that's what makes me a writer.
From this farm, I wish to eat.
For what separates man from beast, but this?

Thine emerald eyes were passion
When thou made'st love to the Prince.
I sat, with Jane and Sabina,
So I turned to Jane, and she quoth,
"Thou makest love in the darkroom."
I looked, and said, "But I am here."
She said, "So thou art."