The Captive Quotient

I have no idea what Im talking about. All the thoughts submerged within. The stranger's door so walking thin. The breeds they fell of the River of Nile and Champions emerged out the mountains so still. Legend, they say is fortitude, albeit, legend is not facts. The truth prevails in a drunken sobriety, what seems to be, may not what seem to be what it is.And the clock tickers into unknown depths, shallow caves are born a theft. Lions and lambs will hold the day, the night it is to the Devil will remain.And never think of what how ****ed up you are, 'coz every one saves for a rainy day and day u know tat wen it rains, never again will you feel the pain. They wash away the burns and wounds but scars remain, swollen and submerged with pride and pain .