A spark and a small flame
A man with an extra long last name
An ex wife who continues to lay blame
An excuse that begins with an instance of utter shame
An unnatural concept
Continues to burn
Costing billions, but the inhabitants of our sphere, really entirely have no actual idea and are unwilling to learn
A burning sun with endless an source
Yet the bourgeoisie continue to force
Force the proletariat to keep pushing the horse, until gasping for breath unabated and divorced
From the one thing that develops and devours the spirit
The lights and the shadows that insist us of course
The heat and confusion that enlists us
Detracts from the towering shade
An unwinding fear
And the sharpest of blades
When the lights go out
That's it
No more
No more pain to drain you and unwillingly contain you
For a brief instance in time
We're alive and unashamed
Only to disappear
To then disappear out of range