Part 2 . . .

Sleeping goes eeeeeeeeeeeeeee
And waking comes the shaking
The nostalgia of the weeping
Every person sees themselves through veiled eyes and blood covered skies
A head of a coin drops dimes that join
the charges of the massive wave
crashing?
Thrashing?
No . . . passing
Passing time through a bottle
And sand through a barrel
No guns can come close
Because time does not die
Time does not die because it created death
And no master will ever be a slave to one of its creations
Time is all we need
More of it
To capture a second takes a million years
And to give a second takes your life
Insanity runs downhill
All good things do
Like genius and genesis
Hope . . . lives
We are still alive for the time
And abiding every time
Law and order of nature
Exceeds beyond nature
Law concedes only the right
Wrong does its answer