BOOK IV: THE IDLER WHEEL
|*| I guess you think you know this story. |*|
You're the Lambs of Babylon. And Winter's predatory.
Is that the way they say it went?
The end of War: Easy. Elegant.
The end of Chaos: Heaven sent.
What you know, will not be known, when you are gone, and the world moves on.
When the curtains close, it was all a show, made up years and years ago.
The rib is the shell, and the heart is the yolk. Swallow it and - Choke. Choke. Choke.
Those three tribes, all crowns, no rings. Those three tribes, all clowns, no Kings.
They had a heart. And its fires found you.
And that's why the devil just can't get around you?
Please.
The sky was black; The waters muddy.
The light of dawn came dim and bloody.
False depictions, benedictions. In the blood of Spring:
Twisted fictions, sick addictions. You're grown up now.
|*| It's time to listen |*|