Precedence On Presence

Written by: Zhian Mostofi

Your clenches to fight serve you a five
Whilst all I get are aces and risks to the highest
I might be your next of kin, if you prefer to look at in that way
But in truth to sincerity, I am the animal behind the wings
I fly in and about whence I please...
I am the root of humanity
Flourishing, in the garden of evil.
In the jaws of hell, where all fears to be eaten are beautifully dealt
Where kind acts mean not a thing..

Where night illuminates the dark
And daylight brightens the morning flock
Where yesterdays float in and about as they please:
Tomorrow feeding our futures a kindly-melded mellow yellow boat
Winking in our eyes an unexpected surprise