I stand before you battered and torn in stonic anger
As the winds of change blow through my heart my soul trembles as the breeze caresses my face with chilling senuality.Hot and heavy ladden with sleep my eyes begin to open seeing with a clarity brought only with pain and suffering. Searing pain racks my body ribbing into my soul scarring the most sacredness of my being. Cold and cringing on floor a flood of resentment and anger force me to stand before you battered and torn a Phoinex arisen from my own ashes stonic anger holding me rigid before your eyes.
intelligence and strength without the ignorance of macho men