everything’s recorded
the good stuff to the sordid
all action and reaction
the blissful times, the morbid

I’ve drank from countless fetid wells
each sip was sickly oceans
no salmon there, just bones and shells
a dead man under potions

take away our basic needs
leave us in the rough, the weeds
we shall rise upon the breeze
and you shall know us by our deeds

I know I’m not the only one
lost in darkness, seeking sun
feeling reapers coursing near
drawn like magnets to my fear

The Soldier Addresses the King
O King, take heed, take heed
My people, let them be
Cast anchor from our shores