From the factory internal
Gushes out ways out
This way and that way
Whispering oodles of options
Some deluding
Yet some on the track
Wallowing in clouded vision
With a bridge of wild-gulf
Between self and fruit of good
Bearing likeness with east and west
Knowing well your course,
Stiff-neckly reject all
But those fitting His worlds
It may be the hard way
It is the way of victory
In combat with the clossest companion
Gushes out ways out
This way and that way
Whispering oodles of options
Some deluding
Yet some on the track
Wallowing in clouded vision
With a bridge of wild-gulf
Between self and fruit of good
Bearing likeness with east and west
Knowing well your course,
Stiff-neckly reject all
But those fitting His worlds
It may be the hard way
It is the way of victory
In combat with the clossest companion