Be you and trust none; Nor that eats thy flesh, drinks from thy blood;
Beloved, trust none; e’en me, albeit ain’t paranoid;
But whilst thou must trust, only trust upon most high God,
Believe not, Men’s falsity; empty art they, so Void;
Bittin’ and gashing down the breast as like edged-sword;
Ho heck! Why doth men hurts and not loyal?
Himself ain’t a Saint-seraph, but a mere mortal,
Hitherto, Hath I hired the moon, hereafter he b’thine referral;
Halos thee withal marigolds than lilies canst enthrall,
Honey lips wilt flow lyrics, e’en with no rehearsal;
Lo, Believe but Never trust men!
Learn therefrom perils of those that hath fall’n;
Lose him only life, To a cheetah in a kitten’s skin;
Live desert’d better it is, Than die in bosom of devious affection,
Life is dear, wisdom, courage, all brings admiration.
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.