The hyena and the wolves <>.

The nature of the youthful walk
not careful but oh so bold
leaves not much room for painful talk
about the wisdom of the old

I am to thank God then for gift of life?
Not likely I am freedom!
To steal away that choice is mine
can very well deceive them

Gift of life is what we have
Not falling from the giving
for stolen is the the entire ave
Once then.. we all were living

-Anon

Now back to Hell, for monkeys word
That living is no secret
Paranoia about the heard
yours not mine.. You keep it!

A boy once cared enough to stop
demanded upon him.. HELL!
He cares not now to stop again
His rhyme to him no smell!

Devolved then the word
upon my brow
from all that which would hate
You know me not, you know 'presume'
Uphill you find you skate!

Lucky world a fire is born
To world and to the hand
unluckiness your sky torn
Without it lost your land

Peace is such that grind is so
It is not no please stop
It is don't know.. tell me pro
who is on the hop?

Sennabites know 'hurt's you see
Reason is futile such
To presume not we know the place
Is to presume too hot don't touch

Change it here oh laughing boy
the prison guard insists
change the truth for your own ploy?
not so when truth EXISTS!

Every day ten thousand hours
reminding that we learn
learn a million times that is ours
that others may believe they earn

break your spell slighted one
your search for calm is so
when you hunt for truth and you find none
tell me is it you who choose 'not know'?

So see thyself and wonder why
your eye is drawn to hate
You can skip the systems pondering force
before it is too late!

Bites the finger, that bit itself
That hopeless drive to clarity
When that drive contains a self
from birth until senility

The hand of God.. Born you is
You never truly know
Tomorrow comes you squirm no bliss
enemy is all else we show

So blame me please it has been so nice
Humans are the least of a worry
God and demons attack me twice
That's separate from 'we have you... Hurry!'

Poems go on for the rest of time
Reasoning whittles you off
I state not that you are mine
Yet you state it here and SCOFF!

Pleased to meet you dear wanderer
Your neighbor never learned
Which is part the curse of ponderer
Knowledge he Has earned.

-Face of mankind

So... It buys... A takeaway?