Inner peace, here I have. Beautiful and tranquil, Maple Lake is. 
Inner demons, you have resided. Hearts of uncertainties, you have gathered. Dishonest, you are being. 
Vengeance and resentment, I have left behind. Peace of mind, I have achieved. 
Humble skills, I do have. But raise my fists, I shall no longer. 
To a rotten fruit, what you do? Throw it away, you should. Begets life, death will. 
Conflicted, are you not? Earthly ambitions, you still harbors. 