As stains tear us apart and the pill is not to be taken with out food, then you should be ready this time. it’s the least you can do.
Mine is to be mine and yours will even the score, and as you see the wreck before you, there’s no time to swerve.
Now the winds blow harder and no longer can you stand and when day turns to night your blessings have fallen from your hand. and now your unsteady not sure of the beat, not like before, Its not such a treat. I stirred in the mirror, my gold I have shed and the place I call home, its not now my bed. but when wine flowed like heaven and lust ate at me, it was all that I needed from the ways they taught me.
When thoughts have expired as wisdom plays fool and the king of the castle is that same dam old cruel.
My mother once again is smitten and my father backs to time and all that is yours now becomes mine. and if you still wonder how this came to pass, then just remember where the ones you anointed to save your sweet ***.
Royer