Yet - t'is the nature of time;

  Both sweet as sugar and sour as lime.

  When there is good there must be bad,

  Happiness if meaningless if you're never sad.

  Course, I do not seek sorrow - I am not mad;

  But a little bit variety -

  A little truth over propriety -

  A little vice, a little piety;

  That's what makes life great.

  Does love not lead to hate?

  Such thoughts The Philosopher ate,

  Yet he was never satisfied.

  Not once have I yet lied,

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  Yet I am shown as much reviled!

  A thief, a thug, a lier and a cheat,

  A murderer, an arsonist and defiler of Seats;

  True - over my life - many fools did I beat,

  But that makes me no criminal!

  Mayhaps I am stuck in that space liminal,

  Where philosophy is quaint and action is seminal,

  Yes, indeed, that is my abode!

  I have walked down this road

  Carrying little weight but an ever greater load;

  Such has been my destiny.

  It has been my endeavour not to languish in ignominy,

  Certainly, it is not as if I am filled with certainty.

  I have had to face some doubts, yet -

  I have always let

  Word get

  All the doubts.

  And thus I can protect Redoubt,

  With all my power and all my clout,

  Thus I fulfil my duty.

  Now I ask you, with all your ability,

  Take oath to defend the Trinity -

  Love, power and hope.

  Love saves from the rope,

  Power is no mere trope,

  Hope for those who are not yet lost.