I'll package this flame,
ship it to the bridge burners
to aid the fervor,
to take advantage of pain.
Earth's soup needs stirrers
of the beef, cabbage and grains,
these patterns we've made
make those who scavenge feel shame.
We backup the praise
we receive, salvage the blame.
Found a strong paddle
for when the planet blankets
the Earth's land with rain.
I'll be here until we end,
sign it? Where's the pen?
I'm immortal, scared of when
they die. Spaired to bend
the world back into order.
Hope wins through shorter
circumstances that death brings.
Known for prose/lessons.
Now, the only soul left in
these lands holds less than
a quarter of old demands
from Gods own blessings.
Now as I watch my downfall,
failure will sound off.
This gives me reason to breathe,
to sleep with proud cause.
One single minute counts wrong,
and I'm in too deep,
stressed that i've been sinful free.
I have no choice though,
there is nothing left of me,
just my bones and words.
Left for survivors of the
armageddon to
trust, or to hone and observe.
They will succeed by
praising and showing this verse.
Good luck to you all,
I wish nothing but the best.
King Timeless, I am.
I summoned the world from death.
Don't be like King RA,
box? He was Pandora's chest.