Lesson 1 of 1: Seniority Comes First

Running in the arid field,
Pacing on the piercing grass,
No one would give a yield,
Failure is worse than eating glass.

You could have run all day,
To make you believe that you are not a lay.
A pinch runner is impossible,
To exist in your principle.

Look, our feet are soaking in blood,
Feel, our tongues are shrinking till fade,
Pain, in the knees for long stood,
And running under the burning sun far from shade

Blood stains on the lawn,
Of the dusk and the dawn,
But your vociferous aver,
Calling the blood will ever,

Be yours.

Pay no attention to,
The same feet we have.

5/5/09
7.52am
during assembly with you