I am not the sham of slam I am not the crap of rap I am not art grant speakism And I'll never be any of that I am but a simple man With my blood and tears and sweat I don't compromise with seductive lies And I'm not too impressed with threats Give me truth and honesty Don't run it by slick and fast Face to face grace to grace Show me that love that'll last Neils 7:21 pm 10/26/2004
Let us gather our back packs and tools Let us hone our intelligence and skills Let us not be the useful idiot fools That as they lay in their beds are killed Let us rise up with the sun Let us stalk the night with the moon Let us our good works get done For soon we will be singing the Swords bloody tune Neils 4:53 am 06/15/2011
No one ever wore any armor
No one ever carried cold steel
No one ever wove chain metal
Or presented their crest for real
No one ever rode a horse
Ceremoniously raised their lance
To lower it for the offered scarf
Chivalry never spoke through romance
No one ever heralded trumpets
Pennants never waved in wind
Oaths were never sworn in blood
There never ever were such men
Neils
about 1994
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