As Time Rolls
My path’s directed toward the ancient
highway from which I came
Can you hear the chants of those who
pray for rain?
They dwell in a barren wasteland
protected by those whom reside in these desert sands.
We approached the ruins of those who sought
the diviners tongue,
Young and old, through sex and gold,
they told a tale of what was to come.
I understand the transparencies of those
who pretend.
They pretend to navigate the road that
never ends.
To make amends, I take on the plight of
ten,
Walked through the fire, survived the
valley, and crawled my way out of the jackals den
Falsehoods of the forgotten are
discerned in his sleep,
When he awakes, cities are uprooted from
the terms of his speech
Down the river of Leviathan we maintain
our course
In an useless endeavor to retrieve the
main source
Steadfast in our ways to control our
mortal goals
As our souls slip away and time just
rolls….
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