Fairie Tales - Three Little Pigs - Fathom, Count
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Not for the easily offended! Thinks he ready for the world, the child becomes a man. Mature beyond his years, face the evil this child can. Shorten will he, for his pride, the length of his lifespan. Were he wise the child would stay within the safety of his clan. But off he goes to stake his claim, announce his name, and fly his flag. Ill prepared is he, he knows it not, we hear him brag. See now, he will show you all the tools within his bag. His impudence he pays for, shocked he is at life's price tag. Roaming through the forest is a predator with guile. He lurks in hidden corners, waiting,…mehr

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Not for the easily offended! Thinks he ready for the world, the child becomes a man. Mature beyond his years, face the evil this child can. Shorten will he, for his pride, the length of his lifespan. Were he wise the child would stay within the safety of his clan. But off he goes to stake his claim, announce his name, and fly his flag. Ill prepared is he, he knows it not, we hear him brag. See now, he will show you all the tools within his bag. His impudence he pays for, shocked he is at life's price tag. Roaming through the forest is a predator with guile. He lurks in hidden corners, waiting, watching all the while. Your innocence and ignorance brings about his smile. He is lean and taut and hungry, his intentions cruel and vile. Beware, his morals differ, sacred cows he will defile. The wolf within us all will not suffer your denial.
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Many there are who, if they dared, would like my face to smack. A few in there would go too far and wish my skull would crack. They would say I earned as much, for morals I do lack. What can I do? Fed a diet from the world of blatant, brazen sin, my arteries are restricted by a sturdy moral plaque.But I'm not some kind of cruel and heartless psycho maniac. Most of my life was dull enough, I stayed upon the tracks. Little I had to carry round, it would barely fill a sack. Worry I did, most of the time, of the shirt upon my back. Would I lose it suddenly to fate's unseen attack?I haven't lived to please the hoard, they're fickle and they're vain, behaviours well established in a world that's gone insane. I feel I live upon a very different moral plane. Simple are my principles, easy to attain. Let others do as they will do, so long as they won't cause pain. It's politic to join the crowd upon their moral train, and fit in just as best you can where puritans do reign. Please excuse me, I'm not going there, I think I will abstain. I like the colours in the world, I find just white arcane. I want a world of freedom. In this there's much to gain.