Why all the destruction? Disaster? Wholesome fools, robbed the jewels, never to die peacefully. Thats right give it back, bring it back, let me SHARE the wealth, so we may learn a little more easily, what it means to be me. Thank you for opening what shouldnt have been opened. Thank you for learning there was a piece of me. You waved that wand sarcastically, you poked and proded the monkey. I am still a part of the tree. I know the role that takes a toll. So pay me back, and Ill let you take an item from the sack. As a matter of fact, fantasy is friction. It grinds on your every day life. What do you want from the bag, come true, without a clue, just a source. And I will enforce your characters role. Finally a Fantasy. The 1 fantasy that works. It works through all the worlds. Flying high, through hoops and loops, smile shines bright, be careful at night, you might catch a cold, or behold, a Phoenix Down, bring you back up. Go to an Inn, ask the barkeeper “Where do I begin?” Let me into the book, “We are already here” We heard you calling, pay the price is it right? I did everything I was sold, I even cheated and stole. Ive played, well, golly, right near every role. But the mystic cryptic teacher of sin. Let it begin, Im here to take the win. Everybody wins, but who comes out on top? Let me drop. Ripple, believe it or not? I rain down from the top, youll find me inside, dont confuse me with daddy, my mom needs to raise us right. Wheres my wings? Wheres my helmet? Who holds the sword? I stay up front, this is no front, a shop of mystery, and Im not the only product. But if you like the product, then listen to me. I know how ALL of it works. Every page is inside me, inspiring, conspiring. DO you like me or not? If you attempt the impossible, you will be dropped, put back together and placed on a shelf to mingle with the rest of the wealth. Improbable, what is a statistic? I make them up, I put a number in front and a letter behind. Daddy please rule the rhyme, oh right its my turn, you play the fatherly role, now its time to pay the piper, where my lighter, give me fuel give me fire, admit it, you have no idea what you desire. I am sitting, and I stand, heres an easy riddle. If I pull the sword from the stone, who will sit on it? Who will spit on it? Who steal it? Who would kill it? Who would dare! To believe! That when you kill me, I will NOT LEAVE! Understand the game, you know the rules, there all here in your brain. Kill me now! Not yet, wait your turn. Dont worry we have lots of potions and herbs, lotions and hide, leather no matter the weather, I will teach you to forge and to wield. To train in a field, balance the soul, fill in your whole with what walks this earth since this birth I have been reunited reinvited, thank you, thank you. Lets show you the real wheel, no need to break it or make it, I will lift the curtain with the proper belief, oh good grief. Dont worry you have a purpose. A role to play, a characters soul. There is a mother and a father, and birds, and dogs, and cats, rats, bats, magic mats. Clever hats, rude shoes, deceitful glasses you monocle you.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 19:47:25 +0000
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