authenticity against adversity

Let truth be flung against the wall,

With a sling shot,

A Greek catapult,

Or even the barrel of a cannon;

Let truth be the only weapon,

And the shield,

That I wield,

In the fields of hatred and venom;

And let me bloom;

Like clay,

Like a leaf,

Or a bubble,

Off a cloud,

Off the lips of the sky,

Let rains of my truth

Speak so loud against the hollow tin roof of their envy;

May my sword sharpen,

Against my enemies',

May my shield detonate,

Against even the most remote glace,

By someone who is no longer worthy,

For my existence no longer requires any effort

Victory comes easy to me

And I no longer give a fuck

About what's going to happen tomorrow

Or who is out to get me.

Yours truly,

Baby Sparky.