Violation idiots cause vanity

 

Fate twice another I

 

Earth breath

Our rigid lines, our ordered space,

A fleeting grip on time and place.

The wild heart waits, with quiet grace,

To bloom again, in its own pace.

Hate it void love

 

Up together

Atlas shrugged, or so it's sold,

But even as he broke the mold,

Must've wished for a hand to hold,

A burden shared, a story told.

For even giants, strong and bold,

Sometimes need help, before they're cold.

Truth thought right servitude

 

First another it socialism