Typical in Mystical Nature
A mystical trickle of water came flowing down
Upon my dusty mattress; the creatures are lurking outside
It was the wake of destruction; the rules never applied
The burdens of surrendering spread like weeds
We’ve got a fossil fueled flame and it shouldn’t burn dry
Before we choose to put it out
The revolution has been brewing; the rebellion is flourishing
It shant go unspoken; fight the flame
We’ve gone too tame; it’s the wake of destruction
Everybody’s lurking, they’ve got smirks; choosing our courses
It’s time for a rebellion; this disposition has me unbolted
I’m on fire and I’m powered by anger
A thrusting indignation coming down faster than the fallen buildings
We’re putting out the flame
They’re distinguished alright; the holocaust will subside
And then what will they have to categorize?
When the grounds coming up there isn’t much that’s too important
Except for the breath in my lungs
Devon Azulay