T. M. Lakomy

If I rolled the dice carved out of my weathered boneAnd offered of my blood the libation to the faneWhen even the reaper__ mockery forsakes me aloneMy own clangorous thoughts are the last to remain

For what was burned at the stakes beyond the fires did endure

There is nothing more important in life than perception, because you shape your life through it. It is like a looking glass, you look and you perceive things. You perceive a reality. You make it real and you live by it. It is all about your eyes, how you see it. And what you see, you create.

For the wanderer astray, the hermit seeking the lost booksTo him the bitter path of knowledge is truly germaneAnd to gaze at the grand canvas of depravity, the deified crooksAll the depth of duplicity of the celestial rulers most profane.