Mistakes turned around as if deliberate, mystified by the design that was given to the shield my eyes created, why see when the blind feel more than we ever will, forgiveness of a sin it taken, you ask for the skin, you take the flesh, within the eye, let the scum run, before you we all are, before you we see, before you, there were those that mistook the foundations of a forever, into something forsaken.
Mistaken Foundations – Unhinged Poem
The Twisted Roads To My Madness 