Time- time loves a stranger
Uncommsumated danger
Don't commensurate the day here
Go, learn, now leave here.
Time heals no wounds
But wounds heal time
Go earn some and pay for my time
Time- we lost this war
Time was on our side
Only while he was bored.
Make no mistake
Time doesn't flake
Its cause and effect
Causal reality- that's time's morality
Go with the flow
Wait for leaders, radicals and mo'
To break the flow, start a new show.
Let the waves crash up against the shore
Let the dying majority become opinionated once more.
Moons rise up! Stretch the seas
Opening up her legs and pleas
Make again, the waves crash with abandon
And night go wild- its not random.
Moons rise and take what the sun gave.
Rational thought- what was that?
A reason to live?
Reason to forgive? Purpose,
Control, conceit, emotion.
Classifications for humanity's coasters?
Nah, it doesn't exist.
We're just a rolling mass of watery bliss
We kiss, in the waves, swift to obey
Our inner desires, please quench these fires.
That's what happens to these oldtimers
They forget- they remember- time expires.
The moons bring a hue to their old skins
Which they take off at night- along with their sins.
Moons rise up! Sun sink low
Lower than the filfiest hole.
Lower than the caverns that lead to hell
Lower than the oceans' long lost shell
Of a ship with the ghost thinking of past host
They only forget when the moon is out
When they come alive, full of doubt.
Where they ever alive? Did they ever die?
What does skin mean? Or body, shell or grave indeed?
The voices cry out- the majority shouts!
We have ourselves! We need no tales.
The truth is here, in this dim light
Knowing this truth we fear no fright.
But they forget what time has brought
And smugly call the kettle the pot
Their fugly faces bear no resemblance
To what man called sentience.
They are only strangers- the silent majority!
Now in Moon's rising suddenly brave and incorribly
Sure of themselves- what cowardice
Beings merely each a cockatrice.
They hide, hide in sinful bliss.
Kissing each other in the waves
These strangers, to each other, stay on their ship
Knowing nothing amiss until the sun rise
And then their souls go crisp.
But time has warned some-
Do not be, by complacency, outdone.
Go now and learn of other ships on the sea
See what has survived of other majorities.
See their moons and their days
See their sins and their ways.
Oh child- time loves a stranger.
The danger that awaits that baby in the manger.