1.        ( The truth gets lost in the middle)

It’s a  story of inevitability I want to tell

In theory this epic tends to end, unbelievably well

Yet, I perceive circumstances so tragic

Make the end seem invented, like irrational magic

This kinda colloseum couldn’t be created

If fate hadn’t but waited

For the moment of truth, to make its move

On the poor boy’s noose, or others footloose.

For a crisis of circumstance, even existence itself

Cannot fully explicate such human folly,

Or such an innate hatred within oneself.