Bishop's Creations

Don’t you dare to explain me,
I’m coming out from the wilderness.
Don’t you start wondering in front of me,
there hasn’t been much wonders lately.
No waterdrop, no palm-width cloud.
Don’t you dare to explain me,
how the experience increases,
I could easily live without a single experience for a while now.
Don’t you come to comfort me
how even sand cleanses while rubbing,
because I keep my wounds, my decorations with pride.
Don’t you come to spur me on at this point,
when my oasis is already visible.
I learned to know the whole desert alone,
these wars aren’t won by socializing.

I carry the Word and the Sword.
The sand hasn’t been able to wear out neither of them.