Distending prediction of woe and renown
I'm led by this fiction to sow until crown
Reading between the finest contest
Lines never seen like whines in my chest
Fate is a monster you made up last night
Hate can be costly, its shade of vast height
Duty has bound ideals to the mast
Ship loss confounds the fealty past
Loyalty rancor with voices at bay
Exit the train car as choices dismay
Drive on instead where fumes congregate
Thrive with your head consumed as a bait
Ownership stricture upon engine block
Your oil is a fixture lighting hand clock
Work it in time and paid we might be
Jerk making crime, made you fight me
Roman Ryan 