The clatter of the Chest,
a banging fist at rest,
does clench the strength,
it is the best,
the beat becomes the test.
Pass or Fail we all will rail,
the road to death is set.
Tune or Sound,
prepared or summed,
the account is the mount,
of all that you have done.
No active ready appeal,
I often get the heel,
the shoe that is worn,
Religions dare,
I'd rather bet than deal.
The deck of which I am dealt,
a card or a peer to start,
the ocean voyage,
to say..'A Lark'
the difference is a part.
In past of generations lost,
the words were burnt; a cost,
out of fear.
Erased the Year,
looked and Said; It's Red!!
Condemned Men have watchful tears,
as many are not here.
The Christian Faith,
kills at a rate,
that all that is left is near.
What you wish,
will reveal,
your time was spent in Real!!
The present future of our Past,
the days that turn a year,
the calendar mark,
a Century's Lot.
The New Age calculates fear,
few will surmise,
it is time to realize,
what is Up is Down,
what is wrong is right for me.
So fill the Chalice full,
you drank it down,
the Toll?,
to equal sum.
Don't be dumb,
the deaf and the mute still race.
Cross-Country obstacles plight,
the Laws deliver trite,
the more that you make,
'Rights' a take,
the less a fight...Freedom's Might!!
To put in place of Choice,
the determined practice Voice,
to yoke a man and choke the land,
the broke become the fanned.