Yet - t'is the nature of time;

Both sweet as sugar and sour as lime.

When there is good there must be bad,

Happiness if meaningless if you're never sad.

Course, I do not seek sorrow - I am not mad;

But a little bit variety -

A little truth over propriety -

A little vice, a little piety;

That's what makes life great.

Does love not lead to hate?

Such thoughts The Philosopher ate,

Yet he was never satisfied.

Not once have I yet lied,

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Yet I am shown as much reviled!

A thief, a thug, a lier and a cheat,

A murderer, an arsonist and defiler of Seats;

True - over my life - many fools did I beat,

But that makes me no criminal!

Mayhaps I am stuck in that space liminal,

Where philosophy is quaint and action is seminal,

Yes, indeed, that is my abode!

I have walked down this road

Carrying little weight but an ever greater load;

Such has been my destiny.

It has been my endeavour not to languish in ignominy,

Certainly, it is not as if I am filled with certainty.

I have had to face some doubts, yet -

I have always let

Word get

All the doubts.

And thus I can protect Redoubt,

With all my power and all my clout,

Thus I fulfil my duty.

Now I ask you, with all your ability,

Take oath to defend the Trinity -

Love, power and hope.

Love saves from the rope,

Power is no mere trope,

Hope for those who are not yet lost.