Lay down your Alms

 

I

Speculators spectate, desolators dissipate;

know yourself, and what you give to outside.

Lay down your alms, as you visit your State;

at your altars of sanctity offer Love or Hate!

Forge your destiny, by standing firm, don't hide;

then others seek labels and conquer-divide.

Divine your journey, make the miles Great!

II

Are you with Morals or Moralez, to Spiderman;

find your inner child, who still toils for cotton.

Release your bondage and Uncle Stan's brand;

lead yourself to success, twist your soul at hand!

You're the Masters of your Universe, Steven, hold on;

don't get stoned in hormones, accolades nor Tron –

You are worthy to Breathe, exalt thy grandstand!

III

Lay down your Alms, and know why you fight;

why you get psyched, give a fuck all day, morrow.

You're more than your shortcomings, lost sights;

the failed quests, messed up hair, tears in the night!

Know yourself, be Proud, move on sparrow;

for you can become a Wyvern or Griffon, Law of Carrow!

Sky is the limit, shoot the Moon, stand upright!!