They told a lie
when they said a man doesn\'t cry
about just how deep a shun
in time, that well runs
The resonance is not an easy thing
to identify, when a man cries
Giving in;
The mother of all resistance,
and toppling of the queen
would have met on the battlefield
where the chariot lost its wheel
and redemption became a fallacy
that brought a man\'s courage
to its knees, for Hercules
to weep
For it is only when circumstance
demands much more than his knight\'s
testosterone could ever give
When the compelling pain far outweighs
what the armored heart can receive
lamenting perished hopes and losses
no consolation can restore
that his hardened preservation
becomes a fleeing horse
The tungsten chain is broken
and the check mate sun
sets in the east reckoning deeds
of society, expected, imposed
upheld, bought and borrowed
when this happens
Unspoken pain servers the jugular
when alfa Hercules dies
inside unto none, but himself
rendered an overnight ruin
of the once mighty coloseum
at the norm hands of the mortals
who built it