Walking, in treads. In movements I can hardly understand .. The villain flows. The villain is. He is always there, my old friend, to meet me, where I least suspect. Around ev'ry corner, exploring unexplored ground -- searching for my gold. Searching for what is mine. He is both a prophet and a thief. He sees, so he takes. The threat is based on his low nature. A low nature alone, I see, as base. The defamin of his existence is a bane on my own. He is my complete opposite. I wish I had a way to escape from the pain of my sadness. I wish I had a way to forgive them all. I wish I had a way to make up for what is wrong. The villain follows, me anyway. I find no matter how hard I try .. No matter what I do, The truth, the cure, the very vaccine of justice itself, is lost on his desire to victimize me. I search for the truth, and all I do is burn. A black candle is nearby, so I light it. Immediately, I burn musk, and reflect on the KJV Bible. I remember my musk, and my personal sword of being. The sword and the safe place -- of my Lee of power, the very power I hold, as I've always held, he seeks. No matter where, Or however hard I try, TO live a normal life, I am forced to fight Because the villain is always there.