so many visions held within each head
no chance to tell them all within the hour
you get your chance to play into the red
the truly evil will poison your bread
if you allow them one small chance at power
so many visions held within each head
another kind will fill the pipes with lead
and claim that you have emptied out the tower
you get your chance to play into the red
for your fool sake so many fools have bled
and they turn out to be just one more shower
so many visions held within each head
the shrub you watered with your tears is dead
dust fills what should have been a happy bower
you get your chance to play into the red
you walk a league and find courage has fled
someone will come the passages to scour
so many visions held within each head
you get your chance to play into the red
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
05 February 2008
what the villain said
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