Oblivion's Wheel

Turning Across this land Across this fractured waste With each cycle of the earth, The Joker in repose The Tower in flame The Enchantress a blaze Death does not make the change Fortune is crucified on his Thorny Spine It grinds on and on never stopping never slowing. The Queen of all men’s hearts Laughs hysterically at the passing of time The loss of mankind’s design The Joker on the run The Tower drifting in ruins The Emperor in rule The Hangman dying The Lovers in oblivion The Four Horseman all a knowing Oblivians Wheel turning Burning forever turning across These are the backs of the damned Skulls scream across this black, blackened Sand Where death did run, grand The Cabals of mice n men, a flame Worshipers of the Gun, demand Onto the Tower ablaze A fortune is bled of fates Nothing is ever claimed The petty plans of a master of shame All blowing in the changing winds All lost in these Ebony Sand for years Just a ripple in the abyssal pond, deep Digging for the dark gold At the end of the storm Ending in voids dead socket Or cards of destiny in the spokes Of a child gods grand cycle Shards of infinities expire Nothing is what it is A continuum An infant gods training wheels Turn Deep in the murky green bottle A corrupted Chronometer n string, twine, wire Turning across this land Across this fractured waste With each cycle of the earth, The Joker arose The Tower tumbling down The Enchantress slane Death does make the change Fortune is crucified on its greed It grinds on and on never stopping, slowing. The Queen of all humanities hearts Laughs hysterically at the passing of the Cosmos The loss of mankind’s innocence The Joker on the run The Tower drifting in ruins The Emperor in rule The Langman lying The Lovers in paradise Around around Where to stop no one knows Nowhere to go No one knows There is nothing to end No one can see The Emptiness The Deceit Or Feel The distant turning of Oblivion's Wheel