In the future of words I seek for validation,
To a frightening of speech,
Mother of all, conquer of spoken words
I slaughtered my tongue for thou nation.
Have I not shared my pleasure of ambition?
Shall I never be the truthful causation?
Though I’m on a quest of empowering;
“To tall to stand, to short to withhold on.”
How long to endure thus duration.To fight?
To behold the truth in my dictation!