So what now?
Twist and turns moving with time
None of the clocks seems to work
All canals dug, suprisingly the same exit
What a momentum input, groundshaking
Just like the greats in traits you followed,
Embodied with a coat of a sepernt
They’re the messiahs of the newly born days
Fired into the system with an influence and fame
Enough for revenge, disguised ‘monetary gain’
The same traits, intentionaly witnessed
Dusty tongues, twisted roars, the skin that wears
All for the rumbluling bellies, all for the thirsrt
Now, the stomaches filled, the throats quenched
So what now?, peace?