And there it comes.
From over the hills and far away,
Till it is more than reality, less than our fantasies.
It's never seen - only pondered.
The sun swept mountains and lakes of yours.
Everything built by we but not together.
And just as sudden it's upon us, but no one seems to know.
The storm cannot brew from one.
But rather you or I, we wear the same but I cover what is mine.
You show your body in the light, expose your child, teasing them with underage.
And everything will break, the ***** snapped of the only ******
Left alone to be a saint, only ... After death.
And no one is intoxicated anymore, we're all empty and you are blinded by the fall.
Of only what'll be and what's to come
And all at one, it leaves us just.
Never think, perish the thought.

                //R.S