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Three has ruled the roost for so long... Four, boxed in so, has forgotten its role. So picture five lingering outside, waiting Thinking itself only a star None seeing what keys are needed To open the legendary Time of Times. Oh... will repairs come in time for life Or will zero claim more as food once again. ___*___ Stepping back... who pushes us forward to abandon Crisis, and cross the times of Time. What are the words, completing instructions That free the locks for sliding open Where better Suns truly inviting... Lay waiting for the new day’s break. Yes... that hold with new destruction When the three united Venture forward free once again Finding yellow to lead the way. Who also changes where she, golden lay Thinking alone to be Until seeing silver dreams dance alive for her to say ‘A better book is not open A better book is then written On the ashes of those passing times... When most left are just bitter pieces Floating in the heavens Waiting, waiting for better doors to open With amber locks springing free once again For those ready to see, and then… truly be. ___*___ Oh, what children then born, will all bear Final light’s blessing on new lands... For He creates well Having collected all the needed pieces Refusing fames and fortunes To do the necessary deeds That free souls once again to rise In free airs, wiped of captivity. How can one measure the glory of this Listening well to the music of the waters Having fallen once from majestic heights While feeling the vibrations of dancing fairies? Then too, let the our own rotten bonds On winsome hearts break To cry in wonder... What has always been in front of our eyes. How to put ahead opening secrets Out of place, on purpose So, to open ‘all’ the books In proper telling measure. In times of great choices, we be here to hear Last waltz of tyrants bugle’s signal Knowing it’s time for fresh lightings To finally guide our ways. ___*___ Not to forget... The first great evil upon us Was the one creators spawned In their own hearts and minds Feral slavery’s feeling so good Ruling as chaos over our own kind Pretending as kind fatherhood With evil queens would do better Ready to birth some more... Children worse than parents Knowing inside all’s true intent Whispering still from sins unforgiven. Freedoms are a farce And laughing at their demise Captures out with any, all the good Trying its best to live in the Sun’s rays. Again, hide it most quietly well away Or smash it all into pieces Only letting little for hearts to see As if the more was coming nigh. ___*___ So sad, bits and pieces are never enough Though just right for discontents Never fitting, never mind Wholeness was never a true intent And we the leavings Lost what to do, search wistfully For people loved around us Always missing when its time for standing up. Even... how then can Nature survive the wars Our leaders press around us Oh kill them, all life across the land That is the thing to do. As minion’s heroes fall, then we dance in the Sun But, then what is it we do when over But bring them dead, or so we thought Back alive from within ourselves, so needed. For the changes were, was made by feral minds With Magic’s known not to be delved With strange tools and recipes As sung by Calliope in her brighter days. In this, all live living abides.

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Scars in Heaven, Casting Crowns

Three has ruled the roost for so long... Four, boxed in so, has forgotten its role. So picture five lingering outside, waiting Thinking itself only a star None seeing what keys are needed To open the legendary Time of Times. Oh... will repairs come in time for life Or will zero claim more as food once again. ___*___ Stepping back... who pushes us forward to abandon Crisis, and cross the times of Time. What are the words, completing instructions That free the locks for sliding open Where better Suns truly inviting... Lay waiting for the new day’s break. Yes... that hold with new destruction When the three united Venture forward free once again Finding yellow to lead the way. Who also changes where she, golden lay Thinking alone to be Until seeing silver dreams dance alive for her to say ‘A better book is not open A better book is then written On the ashes of those passing times... When most left are just bitter pieces Floating in the heavens Waiting, waiting for better doors to open With amber locks springing free once again For those ready to see, and then… truly be. ___*___ Oh, what children then born, will all bear Final light’s blessing on new lands... For He creates well Having collected all the needed pieces Refusing fames and fortunes To do the necessary deeds That free souls once again to rise In free airs, wiped of captivity. How can one measure the glory of this Listening well to the music of the waters Having fallen once from majestic heights While feeling the vibrations of dancing fairies? Then too, let the our own rotten bonds On winsome hearts break To cry in wonder... What has always been in front of our eyes. How to put ahead opening secrets Out of place, on purpose So, to open ‘all’ the books In proper telling measure. In times of great choices, we be here to hear Last waltz of tyrants bugle’s signal Knowing it’s time for fresh lightings To finally guide our ways. ___*___ Not to forget... The first great evil upon us Was the one creators spawned In their own hearts and minds Feral slavery’s feeling so good Ruling as chaos over our own kind Pretending as kind fatherhood With evil queens would do better Ready to birth some more... Children worse than parents Knowing inside all’s true intent Whispering still from sins unforgiven. Freedoms are a farce And laughing at their demise Captures out with any, all the good Trying its best to live in the Sun’s rays. Again, hide it most quietly well away Or smash it all into pieces Only letting little for hearts to see As if the more was coming nigh. ___*___ So sad, bits and pieces are never enough Though just right for discontents Never fitting, never mind Wholeness was never a true intent And we the leavings Lost what to do, search wistfully For people loved around us Always missing when its time for standing up. Even... how then can Nature survive the wars Our leaders press around us Oh kill them, all life across the land That is the thing to do. As minion’s heroes fall, then we dance in the Sun But, then what is it we do when over But bring them dead, or so we thought Back alive from within ourselves, so needed. For the changes were, was made by feral minds With Magic’s known not to be delved With strange tools and recipes As sung by Calliope in her brighter days. In this, all live living abides.