March in the streets But I urge you beware They’ll still butcher the sheep With the arms that they bear Private properteers part with
By Michael Brandon Marchese3 years ago in Poets
In the future you will know I was a relic of the past I studied mighty, mythic leaders Though my reign was unsurpassed
Upon the Shores of Olympus Beseeching now the sonic heavens Seeking for accord to find The clashing titan symphonies
Still am I The unconquered Idyllic peace keeper The pharaoh’s ascension Dimension Mind-sweeper The sleeper cell
For all my wisdom I must ask What compels a man to fear His shadow passing in the night The tunnels at the end of light
Progress at paces Soon blurring the vision And slurring left speechless’ Spurious wisdom Spurred on by The burgeoning
Cold settles down in the basement Tornadoes of darkness engulfing the room The black magic tricks have revealed all my secrets
Immune to your infectious pleas As we prescribe the cured disease Amped on plagues to praying knees Drunk on the blood of Pharisees
7 billion mouths to feed Empty bellies full of greed Faithful junk food our main course Of action to appease this force
Tonight there is quiet And peace in the solace Of knowing tomorrow provides Plentiful harvests of value To blighted and meaningless lives
All that you see Or seem to envision Could soon be made free Of your inhibition But your indecision Refuses volition
We're often called the dreamers For seeing coexistence Where you perceive division Where you would split the difference