Baby, I'M Gone! (Part Two) Comments

I don't seem to get enough of this poem... 'where the knife's still sharp, but covered with rust.' That must be my favourite lines. I'd like to go to that place too, where I can trust, where I can sleep at night without my eyes and ears at the door, where peace will reign and noone will draw a sword. Extraordinary effort sir.

I seem to like the Part Two more. Brilliantly written sir.