Words Intending to BindYou stare into the dark abyss that is my mind.Words Intending to Bind by Steeve-the-Fox
But tell me old man, what do you hope to find?
Can’t you see that I am all but blind?
Who are you fooling? You’re not kind!
The madness, it makes my head unwind!
And quite frankly, I’m surprised that rhymed.
A Slave to The Wage...A prison of concrete paned with glass, and my cell made from poster board.A Slave to The Wage... by Steeve-the-Fox
I do not leave it, lest the warden keep me longer than my allotted time.
I’m shackled to this chair by a chain of cloth, bound around my neck.
Rather than holding me up, my noose prevents me from rising.
It chokes me and keeps me down on the floor as others leave me behind, my bitter silence playing a cold and sour note that makes the arrangement complete.
All for minimum wage.
How can I be so high and yet feel so low?
Why am I trapped in this cycle?
And just who am I to be content with this?
It keeps dinner on my table, so I bear it through gritted teeth.
After all, I am not one to question such things.
But yet it gnaws at my core, jaws mashing me to break my cell and bring the whole place to my level.
Bring it all down to the level of a common worker; make them pull their own weight for a change.
Or will this spark corrupt my intent into a shadow of itself, simply having me take the ward
I've made a few minor tweaks to some of the older sheets as well as revamp the grunt sheet, so check those out. I'll go back and finish the elites at some point, but for now I'm going to be doing other things for a bit.
Oh, and if you haven't check it out yet, I posted a video of a couple buddies and I playing Left 4 Dead 2: