Wisdom is the Bounty of Knowledge
To this end I embark on my Pilgrimage
For to idle and not care
Fashions little to no fruit bear
Inquest upon the echos of the past
O’ in thine Heart may it last
Thus with Humility I shall revere thy tears
Upon thy conscious I may see it all clear
Over fields and the crumbling Ruszag Bridge
In awe I exclaimed ‘what a Passage’!
To the Souls who lived before I seek thou Message
Wherefore I may speak a better Language
-Toxic Scribe
Toxic Scribe: Writings and Rumination 