I woe the strong

 I woe the strong, for they dont long, nor do belong, Heaven -- Earth; 

always at task, they never ask, nor pull the flask, to quench that worth. 

Charge ahead full force, no toil, remorse, for honour's cause they raise the sword!

But deep within, the devils grin, for thy sin sublime, demands its intercourse... 

I woe the strong, for they take throng, like the lone wolf's song to make a name; 

the stage is set, the critics wet, deep-throats and -anchors on the fret -- the game. 

They can't see through, its only You, so deep and Blue to fight the shame -- 

how could this be, this fiendish glee, to accept the ree as worthy blame!!

I woe the strong, for never long, they've tagged along the broken scared; 

thus people muse, they never fuse excuse with sorrow -- nightmared. 

Bulletproof and ironhided, like Angel-kind, they see no flares; 

only the quest, and that's it, no rest, no feelings ire, nobody cares...