Acting like Conan the barbarian, but you're only the smallest in lillyput. 
Your voice is louder than anything. 
If the weakness prevails the spirit, I can be vulnerable. 
Bring back the state, when conversations allay the passion. 
The feeling of security wakes up the courage, but what would you do in a reciprocal situation? 
False conceptions drag you across the fog covered empty forest. 
As the saying goes: Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. 
Your kingdom is built up by pity, no more need than the weakest breeze to make it collapse. 
I'll give you that breeze, to get you [bad word] round!