Who did me in? What spirit grabbed hold of mine? There is in this world one wasted force for protection - incidious friend - whom I heeded not, & caved-in to choose greed & gains. There I slipped and fell in spirit to the ground and below to the levels of beasts. And there I learned the ways of the routhless and the least divine. I softened my knockles with blows, I shaped my bones to bowes, I chiseled my face with lumps & bumps, and I announced - I was born to hate, to kill to war.... Did we not arrive here with two tools only - trust and love - I ask you! So why do we carry what belongs not to us? I only carry me now, and that monkey friend is gone having tiered trying.