Thanks Shinedown.

You’re all plugged in, ready and rehearsed
Do your best, do your worst, show me where it hurts
Kill your conscience

Being a silver soul is kind of like this.

I see into your soul and know what pains you and how to hurt you with the fewest words possible with the truth.

Truth.

Who gets away with lying?

No one.

People call me a monster, unfeeling, heartless and other bullshit.

I just tell the truth.

Offense can only be taken, never given.

If one is going to get offended by the truth, I killed my conscience for this reason.

What is it you can say to argue with me?

Any argument one can throw at me, you’ll find you’ll get the pain filled truth.

This poem is who and what I am

The Lessons of Kings

If you step up looking for a crown
I have to knock you down
The warrior teaches as he was taught
This is how I fought
Leaving all my foes slain
Challenge me again to bring the pain

I will bring it
You’ll see and feel it
Even the masters have hard time
Learning these lessons of mine
I take the time to reach
When I see one I might teach

The masters class that many fail before they begin
Too caught up in glory and sin
Bring your ego and I shred it
Come with too much pride and regret it
The teachers teacher and the guides guide
And I slay the slayers who won’t abide

To get in my door
No need to kiss the floor
Come and look me in the eye
None come to me but to die
Not the mortal death I bring
But to kill the ego with a sting
No matter the mask you wear
I see through it with my stare

A true king serves the needs of all and is meek.
He hides his power unless it’s needed.

Queen, king, doesn’t matter, it’s all the same.

I remember who I am.

I love to argue with anyone dumb enough to argue anything with me.

Do I deserve love?

My job is to be the biggest truth telling prick you’ve ever met.

I’m a Táltos, it’s what we do.

Have a blessed one and be excellent always.