A tale of two Kingdoms

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It was the best of times and it was the worst of times

It was the time that the ancients never forgot 

but the worry and fear kept feeding the pot

The words that were written so long ago

Supplied food for the weary

And hope for the needy

And peace for the thoughts that cured long long ago

 

The people were jealous with greed and with a fury

The want for the soul knew nothing of kin

And deep in the earth grew a seed set to win

But from glory to glory

We all hear the story

We all forgot the love that made life begin

 

And spoiled by the time that death sets in 

the crown of the top rules all souls to work

Holding down the righteous so peace does not come forth

And the minds of all flesh toil to serve

The god of the nothing 

The sweet promises of nothing

The coils of triumph that leaves notes absurd

 

Look at the mighty and how far they have fallen

Burden to burden

The query of solen

Jealousy and pride usher them to hell

The purpose of this

The price for this

The trouble of this

All works out well

And way deep down in the fiery pit

There is no light for the weary to quit

Crack the hours to the rock that falls quick

Feeling the emotions that were taught to make sick

Look at the wonders and the times told of old

All of the folded, look how well they fold

And that Kingdom that is divided

Stands strong in its might

For the lie that it is built on takes prosperity’s plight

The wicked nation that rules with direction from its prince

Calls out in groans

Dances as spawns

Wreak havoc and noise

Prance about as weeds that belong

The cycles of time

The cycle of words

Set out in notes

The music absurd

And all of the truth that is set to pronounce

Belongs to the children of the north, west, and south

And oh that east that comes to meet us clear

Set notions of time that are soon to come near

You can come again

You can dance and you can play

If you trouble yourself to earn yourself

A ticket, a way

Oh but the lie holds chasm and gloom

A murky life loom

A fall to the abyss

Oh what a waste

Is a life led amiss

 

The cycles of time

Oh the cycle of words

Set tones to the sound

To the music absurd

And all of the truth in the background sings a melody so clear

But the rules of the living keep the west singing here

And it cleans and it bleeds and it claims rules to follow

And it makes rooms for folly

And graves to fill the hollow

The click of the gong troubles the cure

Leaves souls of the lemur

To follow the more

Gather your teachers

This Kingdom does say

Oh what a waste

Is a  life led astray

 

The cycles of time

On the cycle of holes

Down deep we fall

Down deep we show

All of the crescendos to solutions we sink

All of the cords from memory we seek

The west wonders where the memory holds

Flowing are rivers of knowledge

and in the blood wisdom’s gold

Constructs of day circle each other

And fall in to each other

And fall after each other

And create great waves

That come after each other

Chasing the shores and the sky lit twine

Wash your heart, clean your soul, 

And always clear your mind

The Great Kingdom shakes awake

For each pang gives much sorrow

Oh how sweet the music

I can hear it now

And it will play tomorrow

The Hopi that know

Grab hold of the story

And the great spirit soon

delivers his Glory

 

Those mountains that sit high cannot see

I move them, I move them

Goliath, Goliath, you cannot see

I slay you, I slay you

And the end of the great

Fall and they fall

But the end of the empire

Does not bring hope for the awl

Great despair comes quick on the sick

Blind lead the blind but braille was not learned

What a dependence on the will set to earn

Believe in the love that hold signatures together

And sow joy on the  bindings and crowns on your leather

For the words on the inside are what live forever

Oh the change in your blood

How worthy the blood

And written in the great book

The story of Love

 

 

 

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