four moments
one for each season
passed before me
a parade of days
like none i'd witnessed
none i'd borne
each moment, grasped in each hand
given to the next king
not out of faith
but out of fear
each moment, breached by your fist
now writ large
here of our own accord
we seek a better sunset
in the sands
and in the snows
peace blows clean and strong
but our eyes, wide open, miss it still
for in each moment of peace
brothers and sisters cast it aside
for in peace there is little thrill
little change
only calls for battle and terror
circus maximus theater
and, we, the people stand to suffer
that much more
adt
cincinnati, oh
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