Ra[Xi]Ng T[I]Me

A commanding remanding,

Of prose fed swine who lust to lead.

As we bleed, they concede

To pronate pain as their currency.

As the sun will set again on the water bringing tides to rise.

I feel the wavez of conscious beats entangled

As the moon now flies.

I am breaking hope and stealing time,

I feel it (to be) all the same,

I scream your name and the sea screams:

"It's all in vain".

Now we all see the misdeeds,

(of) the facile vain in thievery.

The sounding of the pounding,

Of dreamz lay bare,

Sanguine reveille.

As the sun will set again on the water bringing tides to rise.

I feel the wavez of conscious beats entangled

As the moon now flies.

I am breaking hope and stealing time,

I feel it (to be) all the same,

I scream your name and the sea screams:

"It's all in vain".

"It's all in vain".

How can it all be in vain?

No, it's not in vain!!!