The reasons why one falls
are a wave of self-doubt
inflicted within one’s lord to call.
Apathy to give order to one’s rock
dignifies behind a black mask
and all it takes is one maybe two knocks.
To rid ourselves of one and two
has no righteous relevance
unlike time’s treatment of a Jew.
Many hold the one accountable
as a reaper of their own wine
with a style that is phenomenal.
To order one’s fall, to order one’s reason
has a sea of doubt with outward ripples
and an ill-fated calling to a universal inception.
A new day arises
as a colored-brick road
leads the way to our highness.