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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