And the children would write palinodes to the...
Still Father Time is in crutches...

A wolf in sheep's clothing,
were you the duckling...

Once, there was inspiration at my fingertips
and words wove themselves beautifully...

My head drops
the lights go out...

Covered in ashes
falling without sound...

(Sounds much better out loud,
first two lines written in required format...

There is some kind of hidden grace
that hides behind the face of depression...

Destroy, control, burn down
what you don't believe in...

Bullets
shot through at last...

Note: Just so you understand, the two human...
Recollect fills your mind...

There were stories of a great movement
And great people...

Mechanical lead
on clean paper...