for the religious only, a wall felt not seen, a mark that says I don't belong. with the faithful, ignored without penance, I have no hope of return. once I make good, on my godly word, i may return back home with kin. while this hurt more in the past, there are those that still care, and they are not to be deterred. for this is not good, for those understood, and it tears apart extended families. so please do confess, and help to address, the issues that call out my home, please know that this, is sad to exist, for those faithful yet still.

I'm behind lead to gold, Alchem is me. Look to the stars! What person shall you be? This perfect array of crystals will surely heal that knee. Twenty-seven organs make the brain, and several help you see!

I wrote for the globe, my tales meant for the stage. gone since the early seventeenth century, yet my lines still echo. in a world of comedy, history, and tragedy, my lessons endure through time.

I am located in a castle basement, but I am not in a ocean. People visit me for amusement or for a sentence..

To the superstitious, I'm worse than a shot of caffeine, But stop by a generous bakery and you might find luck unforeseen. I’ve deleted entire floors with my ominous sheen, Yet I'm just a number - what do YOU think I mean?