What the Carolingians knew Mr. Ledger knew too Whispered deep where ancestors dare sleep words woven like threads of time an indelible rhyme past down to We the few the goddamn gurus We, watchers on the wall We, eaters of the enthralled storytellers fixed and ready to brawl bold with stories told We, dancers of this final ball this most spectacular fall We, the immortal twelve nine seven We, who have come from heaven ringing the bell one last Time We, the enzyme slaying dragons with our silly little rhyme We, the natural spore ever casting our whimsy far from shore always leaving you yearning for more aching to explore evermore the hinterlands craving to make your mark upon these... uncharted lands You, the brave the bold the rebel with glory yet to be told We sin eaters see We sin eaters know Only through us will the future unfold X 05/11/2024 © Raena Exe 2024 *All rights reserved.
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Sideline heroes are exactly what they seem. They sit on the sidelines while blood, sweat, and tears are shed upon the field. Always using others as their shield. And only when victory is certain do they leap from behind that mithral curtain. With just a few feet left they spring into action. Stealing other people's traction. Sideline heroes are the folly of yesteryear. For we, now, here - could no longer fall for anything so very insincere. For these days are ear-marked for the valiant sustainers, the maintainers, the ones who never once lost sight, or gave up the fight. Glory is now reserved only for those with skin in the game, those who didn't waste every moment worrying about fame. Sideline heroes take, and take, then give back ten percent back, never realizing the substance they quite obviously lack. Sucking hardworking people of their crow-begotten sense, with every lie they so easily dispense. For they do not know how to play, they only know how to prey. Let's hope one day soon they all learn how to pray. X 05/07/2024 © Raena Exe 2024 *All rights reserved. The witnesses have arrived the end has begun and the villains why, the villains they are all on zee run. The chambers have begun vacuum sealed just for fun. Look, Ma, at the results of their lies spun tails, as wicked as any come. Double entendre intended. Please, please do not get offended. Or become upended once again. After all, this is what you wanted flaunted taunted like a ghost as you haunted... the wrong woman it seems while you sucked the glory from every John Doe and Cory. Whatever it took to get that quarry. Never bothering to feel sorry. But, oh, how you've changed your story. Teller of such rotten tales how merrily you regale yourself at every turn and every thrust despite the never ending mistrust little liar pants on fire merrily eating tails despite the wails ignorant to the point of folly lil miss lolly plump little dolly who marred his favorite toy In a desperate flee? In a desperate plea? Or in a rage you never quite learned how to cage? Mr. Gaslighter My, how you groom every room despite the onrushing fall and all these witnesses who have come one and all to brawl. X 05/07/2024 © Raena Exe 2024 *All rights reserved. |
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