After all these years rebel yell that call to arms that chemical smell of teenage tears invisible indivisible from all that we detest so many years spent in mad and utter unrest acting out in fanatical jest We pumped fists we shaved heads we jumped in and out of everyone's beds fighting conformity normality schnormality that crushing cruelty of monotony Against the flow, against the grain we were the tide to bring the change then watched it die in our mother's veins fixing everyone with chains Rebel Yell me thinks this place doth smell of rot and things it should not of suffocating shells of off-shore wells needlessly bored for fun . de Veres dotted the lines so I'll cross the T's for every funeral another sleave... weavers weave but when someone first practices to deceive we just as merrily unweave Exe 07/29/2023 © Raena Exe 2023
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"the devil comes for you, make sure you've paid your dues." Jamie Bower Deep in my bones an antiquity of moans and O' how they ride these skies For I am the scream the nightmare the terror AND the seam you won't never awake from drum drum I am the season the treason the ungodly reason you are weak I am the destiny you seek though I be but meek I am the answer the question the showman AND the show did you just come to watch me glow? I am the arcane who comes like rain I am the pouring down of pain The searing skies me and my unholy cries I am the justice for all them lies. I am the fodder the plodder the plotter AND the revenge I'm the wish you'll pray won't ever ever end For I hold the skies between heavenly thighs a million sighs yet to be told and oh how you'll beg as they all unfold. Exe 07/26/2023 © Raena Exe 2023 "I'm devotion to the preacher I'm the priest you want I'm on the front side of the fireside in the moonlit dark I'm an angel I'm the patron of the crash of sword I'm an omen, I'm a showman, I'm the holy lord" Jamie Bower The undulation begins anew every second yet has never once begun. It is the never ending aria - We sing. Each on our own, oh how we thrum, yet the instruments we never once get to choose. For this orchestra is conducted by a much-much larger hand. Me. I. Solo We. Fragments and all we sing. Out. Alone... casting our net wide our story strong. Our legacy is not in the having but the being, which is the singing of our very own song... now. And now. And now. We weave the notes of time. Thrum. Thrum. Some sing for one, some sing for some. Some sing for none. Few sing for all. Dear God, gracious God of mine, thank you for singing for all of our souls especially the ones I am too weak to include. X 07/25/2023 © Raena Exe 2023 “Happy are those who dare courageously to defend what they love.” Ovid |
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