Iron Man

Sink down into the soil you maverick, and be calm. If fear were a call to service, still you would have raised no arms. What acerbic wit and charm wont sate the ego that drives you, ever farther from the home you have made in your too tight skin. It is as good liars do, Sharpen your smile into stalactites, and twist your fingers into knots around the sins of the father. Become him, drive your name into the ground. Abide yourself no more flagrant machinations, and peel away the shroud of disillusionment. I caution to the einzelgänger, the survivor whose work leaves shreds of him behind, to be carried away by the procession of drowned amber friends, Embers, by default, to be stamped into ash by your iron boot. Your altruism precedes you, Your ruthlessness, a charm. Your reputation scars you, but your character is unmarked. Sink down into the soil you maverick, If fear were a call to service, still you would have raised no arms.