Saturday, February 1, 2014

X^x

Some say it's its aspirations
Which define each generations'
Reach, but who needs definitions
When all the haters are in perdition
New dawn, new day, every day anyway
And the old crazes faded like phases, chains break, replaced
By new faces, with new eyes, still shaded the same way
Or blinded by the brightness of the lightness of decay
Swayed by patterns, what really matters here on death's door
Knock once then run, ding dong ditch that son of a gun
Fired from the womb of time, with rhymes to spare
Just get in line if you do or dare
No staring or glaring, can't repair the past
Wonder how you'll fair if the fare over Styx is in cash
I'll be chillin' with my dog Cerberus, just passing
Questions asking and relaxing to the tune of ferries crashing
When the ferryman finds you've cheated your passage from the poor
Who made it this far despite your every attempt to get more
Squeeze the blood from every corner of the door
And rip the hinges and the jam and the frame and the core
And the galaxy inside of me screams out for justice
Spinning and grinning always knowing it can't trust us
Tricksters and wicks alight with a might we can never comprehend
I am the enemy of ignorance, yet folly is my best friend
Call a cab for the kid who lives somewhere 'round the bend
I am the architect of entropy, long live something left to defend

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