When The Ways of This World Have Run Their Course

When the ways of this world have run their course

And the plumes of the twilight no longer flicker

When there is no wicker left to burn,

No stratosphere to scatter

When my red heart is in a million pieces

Strewn beautifully across the serene earth

When there are no lines left to write

And no lies left to tell

When the stars lie dead and morbid in the blank sky

When evil has run its course, raped robbed and pillaged every last wit

And the pillars of your dreams come crashing down in the wind

Remember remember, that last burning ember, the power, reason and delight

You all once had a shot in this fight

Friends to love, families to adore and yourself to endure

And that there was a time when the ways of this world were meek and mild



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