SWORD SWALLOWER I am the master of my own destiny I am the leader of my own troop I am the last person you want to put here my eye is aimed and I came to shoot when the mountain would not move I moved the mountain when the wind would not breathe I gave it breath when the tears that fall as rain wept upon my face I sat and wiped what was left but I can't forget, I can't forget the pain they have left me to remind the world of I will not leave them yet I will not leave them lonely, or forgotten, or deaf or set to be stolen, or broken, and left to be loaned and left all alone in a hole that was dug to the depths of your soul but I will still love you, if love's what you want if hate's all you've got then I'll strip it out and speak through your mouth the words you should be saying now are words that were left a million years ago by those who did not speak words and I am not Martin and I am not Luther but I am the author of my own future and I will not rest no sleep will I accept the tyranny taught to our children is hard to digest but I ate, and I taste the hate that flows through your mind every time that you speak out you reach out to hurt by design and I will not take this not one more time, not one more thought and I will still bring this 'cuz I will not stop and I will not drop, 'cuz I will be fought and I will not leave you to rot no! the world is my home and I will not leave it to blow in the wind and the hatred of those in the wind and the hatred of those of those, of those, opposed to truth if you, you don't understand I am not some man who needs to be led to food just to be fed 'cuz I will contend with all that I've given from all that I've taken as I have been livin' [lying down]