A message sent in silence, in a chat meant to vanish, at the hour when fate leans in.
In the 11th Hour
A message sent in silence, in a chat meant to vanish, at the hour when fate leans in.
A country run by sociopaths, Unmoved as we struggle and die. Oblivious to the people’s wrath, Bleeding us completely dry.
A border “czar’s" flaccid threat. Revere’s ride echoes once more. As red coats shift to red ICE hats, Return five riding spirits of yore.
A beastly wound too long left in the dark. Aptly hidden beneath stitched-up lies, splitting apart.
Law now comes from one decree. You gotta be fucking kidding me. A dictator’s whims now rule the land, signed in chaos, sealed by hand.
As I sit and ponder my last dream, Swirls inside “Echoes of an Awakening”. The night has dawned on shifting tides; Behind the emerald shroud, the wizard hides.