turtleSlow, i crawl, sand beneath my feetPatient and waiting, for why should i rushWhilst i wear this shell of hate upon my backThis shell of jealous rage and bitter sighs,Guilt and regrets up to the skiesI bear this all upon my backFor i am safe nowFrom you and from allI am the turtle nowAnd i alone hide in my shell
XVTake the devils awayThe ghosts. The wicked.Make it all go, and go all away.Tell me what's left.A man?(A shell).A soldier?(A child).A warrior?(A babe).The shell is his protectionHis face and his second skinNever to shed.Never to rot.His shell has become him.He is alive.Barely.