We don’t do unto others
What they do unto us.

We thieve others’ destinies,
Locking them inside, door-less cells.
We are the avengers; the raw
Smile of deception, a Judas’s kiss, and the
Sedimentary shoulder that briefs
But doesn’t sink.

There lies only a merger,
Between treachery and thievery,
The craft of a frenemy, is to,
Both, rub some flatter,
And bring down the guillotine.

Courage is the will, to
Regenerate a head, like a tiny snail fur.
And to look fate in the eye,

Invictus didn’t blink.