I don't ordain arrogantly to give out system titles to a face,

Nor am I so simple to say one thing when I unravel upon you,

What I offer, is the popular power of a narrative halo and thorn.

I know this tales ending already, so I choose who to bestow a glow to,

Just as I pang my true enemies well- that I may fully love everyone else.

And I do it for intentions that others will realize someday,

Because I know the games at play by having farsight.

But for now, I’ll just keep loving my mysterious ways,

As I watch words move a community for others sake.

At first, I thought I’d come to capital to die for the desperate poor unhoused,

But we all find ourselves in different places when our truths are manically out,

And now I see another part has become, to recode them privileged unworthy,

That those noble poor of Elo, may again manage the lufty realms of heaven!