The End of Time Spirit Dance
Spirit dance
wandered off past the stratosphere
to a place like the tragedy of the commons
Tempestuous currents are afloat
Frequency to die for
Our souls beat with one broken
bleeding pipeline melody of a Heart stifled
Hankering horns of fate trample over skulls
crosses looped and tangled
Forever is limiting tonight
there is no time, no pulse
No rhyme or chime in loose chords
Filthy suckers litter the nameless streets
that cock the barrel of self defeat
Repetition, repetition till it all crumbles
