A butterfly passes near my right eye,
it seems to posses a sacred lifestyle.
Untouched and not bothered by a single lie,
It never seems to pause in a single aisle.
It has heard the many cries who had lost their way
and witnessed the deaths of those of its kind.
There I, the beholder, force it to lay,
lights shone from above and made a new mind.
My eyes beheld a magnificent sight.
Enlightened and ready to start a new,
never shall I take upon a vile plight.
A holy, righteous life shall i pursue
    Upon my shoulders a crusade has sprung,
    ways of the creature, given to the young.