I hold myself inspired by the gifts of the world,
To which I hold as virtues of humanity,
I envision a box lying upright in a dusting plain,
Filled with the blood of mirth and amnesty,
For as a devil rise though seem a menace so sinister,
Indomitable is the spirit of a man in light.

Swords fly as hopes lie raped on a plain of earth,
The gods of will lie in the range of thought,
Though seems it the challenge indomitable,
I feel it within me, I feel it,

Pushing me on through times troubled,
Or in the face of the evils doubled,
Facing the menace of a demonic chance,
Or trapped alone in a vast expanse,

Thought lies raped on a world,
Demonic is the name of the hurled.

Inspiration lies indomitable,
Though seem an eternity we will spend,
On false hopes and dreams never end,
Fallen are those burnt and blackened in fires of Hell,
But darkened sinister are those who fell,
A summoned thought lies inspired in a sea of raging turmoil,
That thought lives on...
Forever Inspired