Oh let me come cascading down, otherwise erase me!
Your worry and my bones are starting to become too narrow
I only know one way to be: gush and rise hot; leave me or face me
Seething my blood is, searing my white matter and marrow
I ache within the confines of my sinew and I roar and rattle
And I will stomp and pound and bellow until I win the grave red battle!
And You! Inquisitive, puzzled passer by, you neglected shunned denizen
Of our glorious present time, will you let your truths come tumbling?
Will you stand with me or will you hasten

Your step; guilty-leaden and keep mumbling?

They may hold the keys to our captivity
But free souls are free both in nativity and by proclivity!