I take little pleasure in being unkind.
I don't particularly like being cruel.
But one thing I like far less than both, is being taken for a fool.
We each have misdemeanours, all have our cross to bare.
But when something stinks of impurity, there is something rotten somewhere.
I would rather sit on the bottom step, than tumble from the top.
Though I do not fear the dizzy heights, I would not enjoy the drop.
So I build my foundations, build them sturdy, build them deep.
Build them with the words I weave, for my stability to keep.
And so my Tower is sturdy, where other pedestals are tall.
And although my tower is below them, I do not fear the fall.
My foundations are creations of the word's that I once wrote.
Every stone an extra buoyancy, allowing me always to float.
My Tower will stand the test of time, for it cannot be denied.
It's brickwork weaves with words to stone.
It's mortar is my pride.
It's windows are my outlook.
It's staircase is my reach.
It's summit is my aim, from which I cannot be impeached.
My Tower is my sanctuary, and I will always build it well.
To the memory of the fallen.
In the memory of those who fell.
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