I was told I was a black dog and I will be forever that wrath

I force no one idea on anyone. The horrific and heroic, exists in my my eyes.

a time that was before my time, where the feathers of white bird are the arms around me even if gone.

an earth with me, knows me not foreign and reject what is not this place.

a time comes where one must take on a mask

this place knows its own knowing

if you dare to to look at the eyes or tell my kin we are slaves

I will be the black dog you would not want to know. This trade is not for sale.

I am devoted to idea and love with wounds of keep.

Some where in you life find an Atticus, my heroes are my heroes and bonds do not break, I am a zero and one. no escape.