A violence of thorny hand, bound by none in this unknown land. Laid low by memories of old, but to climb the mountain so bold, a future untold, there in this unknown land. Stained conscious of corroded nerves, rattled by memories of that who no one serves. You test the fate given to you, only to bite and rip, gnash and chew up into obliteration the evidence of that mountain, once so bold. A future loudly told. There, in this unknown land.

Two sides of the same coin, tarnished by the same weather, endure. One side a man of great stature, one side a symbol of great pride, two sides of the same coin endure. No matter, it has fallen into the well for the sake of my wishes, the whim of a simple act, two sides of the same coin of great symbolic grandeur. Gone, so I may wish for more.