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?

Haven’t I….?

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 speak?

To rise?

To behold the truth in my dictation!