Sunday, May 16, 2010
modern life as it is
The passing of the kings and queens and the flow of the jester’s
As the town drunk is found in the corner of a bar
This simple life remains to flow through the continuum of time
But nothing is found in this land, nothing I can call mine
As I wonder through the vast valley of the un-forgiven
The kings and queens live high above the pain a treachery of which is modern life
Deep in the valleys of hell I stand
Those that here my cry’s
Are those of my keepers
The ones who use an manipulate the very existence of my time
But one day I shall receive a chance to change my stars
To proclaim the life I have worked so hard to deserve
But there is a price I must pay is that of my soul to the king and queens
Of this modern day.
By Angus McCollam
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