Where art thy Foe?

Your foes are beings that feed from your naivety and need for comfort leaving you to slave away your virtues for a grain of rice.

Let your heart not break at the sight of a companion doing works for those who would watch them die of thirst yet neglect the shallow waters from your palms.

Do not be like the villain who is contorted by the vile actions of those who swear by the Heavens and stars their allegiances to them.

May the Heavens be the only being you beg from and lay your dignity as surrender so that you may be free from those who leech from your purity.

Your sanity will reach its wits once you discover that the wolf does not need sheep's clothing to fool the heart of an altruistic being.

Your heart will break but it looks better in two, and soon you will create joy and success free from the hands of those who plot your demise.

Your foe is near, but do not fear for your eyes might be blinded by their lies, but your ears will always be wise.

The Bitter Poet