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.

You wrote the song. And wrote it wrong. The sun stayed up, for one day too long.

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:

Summer's christened.

Twisted fictions, sick addictions. You're grown up now.

|*| It's time to listen |*|