Fingerprints, no two
alike...

Saintly my son
Much more handsome...

Idea in pure state,
A breakneck speed of burial...

Her hair like gilded feathers,
Beauty unrivaled eyes like the Cerulean Sea...

Forgo the amenities of luxury
I'm in my revelry...

Hydra's Chant:
They are Out there...

Undress (address) your need for power
(Oh but I do cower at the crumbling of his mighty...

Just a thought
I thought of Thoth, a lonely man...

Have my own tribe of four
So much fiercer and protective...

And if I can
And if I can't...

Desire,
the warm want...

Anger drives me
For a while...