The Awakening Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Appealing to ones own better interest.
A confession not written out of love, but blood.
A forced reckoning.
Hours upon deliberation still no settlement can be found in the hands of the cruel and unjust men.
Mercy what is that?
Compassion what is that?
Tempt not fate, for its plans are already set, but instead take pleasure in the fact that your choice is not limited scope or size to
eyes watching or ignoring.
Nor does time hold any amount of measure over the expectation in future sight or sound.
The unknown variable is and always has been you.
To understand this is to awaken from deep slumber and remember clear and vividly what was in that dream of grandeur.
Yes I am human, yes I'm alive and yes the choice is all mine.