Two voices clash in my mind
One pure and true, one less kind...
Steel
scalpel...
Lead me with your cliche's,
And let a whisper skim your lips...
Stone, shadowy edges...
We gather stones never knowing what they'll mean...
The banshee's wail, the siren's song,
Two creatures of the otherworld, so strong...
The wizard stood at the edge of the gate,
A portal to a realm of chaos and hate...
behind a smiling
Entrepreneur lay in wait...
District-Less
Governor Gerry...
Beloved Nation
About respect...
The will to live
The will to exist...
Well
Another day...