The Promise

The philosophers stone, a power remised, narrow minded fools, Insanity does not pry my heart from its chest, Nor my eyes from theirs, atop my golden crown, I lay you down You who bark and beg aloud, a bitterness will always follow you around; You who plant and play today, the world plans to take you away; Those who bask and bathe alone, you will bring little comfort to your own. But still your mind, stay that thought, focus on your deepest desire, and you will see, the path to truly becoming free. Insanity, the calculated chaos of collapse, spawning mass confusion, purposely peering, panting, gripping its next victim with the fearfully ferocious fact, a rose by any other name is still a rose. But that does not mean the fact is fully forgotten, there's no past present or precedence for this, this carriage of kings, this Insanity. The Truth