Never second guessing my royal birth rightnWas I not your knight, your shining armor?nnRemove the planks from your eyes, before you reach for the speck in mine.nnTurning out to be more like a jester,nAnd you my lovely improper princess.nSo with that being said I bid you farewell, with two destructive hellacious years behind us.nnTwo foolish feeble-minded children voluntarily disregarding all of the indications.nGraybeard provided all the wisdom to escape and we decided to do our own thang.nnRoaring, “make nonprovisions for the flesh you seenTo fulfill the lust of it.”nnPrince charming arriving from the west you see, the west of Babylon.nNow I find myself unworthy to untie the thongs of your sandalsnStaring at the ground trying to avoid the fire, the fire in his eyes.nnRemove the planks from your eyes, before you reach for the speck in mine.