No matter what is
thrown at me
There will always be my
armour
Glittering but not of
gold
The alloy of titanium
is what is sculptured
None that come shall
enter here
Those that are false
will perish here
By any God watching
these endeavours
Awe will be what they
feel
As sure as the stars
are shining
I shall stand sure
footed and resolute
My traps all second to
nature
Heads aloof to all will
certainly fall
As sure as night
follows day
My predictions will
continue to unfold
Tally up they do with
all that has been said
The people will see
beyond that given
The curtain of illusion
will open
The magicians tricks
laid bare
Because of what you
cannot do
Certainly not all of
the time
Was listening to music (Run) when I thought of this, for some bizarre reason
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