They roll full of fury and fire
Products of an impulsive world
So they get their licenses early
Didactic green may just be
Their only cooperative language
Diatribes of their selfishness
Until those words become golden
But so full of fury and fire…
A lizard skirts under a rock
An August walk in 16th century frock
During sermons relationship talk?
Then at the door came a loud knock
The door opened quickly
But not fast enough
An Easterly wind began to gust
And forced the door opened
Before it could close
And now full of fury and fire knows…
The days have slowed now
He braces himself over the toilet seat
For another dry heave
The wretching causes discomfort
Not so much for him, it is his break
From the monotony of something
That possesses nothing monotonous at all
The discomfort lies in the thought of it all
Only
The image only belongs to
The Twilight Kingdom
The days have slowed again
He continues to bang doubles in the gap
Just like he always has
On a quick pan
A high-tech camera caught a look
As he told his teammate to settle down
The image only belongs to
Night’s Kingdom
The days have slowed again
Continuing contrast against streaking desire
They want their king to come home
For every day he does not
The legend continues to grow
into What nobody knows
He writes the stories
And we attempt to read between the lines
The days have no definition
The band plays from a distance
Recruits embrace timelessness
The days roll full of focus
A language with no need to be spoken
Its ways understood like the Sun’s warming rays
Thoughts of lost days dance on the horizon
Scattering the rays
As the sun goes down behind the blue curtain
There is a flicker of green
That we never see
Nevertheless, it is still there
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