The mind is a lonely place to be
When ones soul's quaint, honestly

I'll accept your kind words
Only because you offer nothing more
What greatness can be left
When flatterers humble themselves
And humble men are only flatterers

Honor and happiness
Awaits only those who do great deeds
'Tis nearly vulgar to triumph over
The insignificant

Still, what makes one great
When nothing is truly significant?

Strong when facing power
Considerate to the weak
Forced by necessity
To show one's love and hatred openly
Instinct and logic simultaneously
Destined deterministic great souled man
Simply has no choice

The mind is a lonely place to be
When ones soul is quaint, honestly