Leave us sleep
In a murder’s life
Just take a peep
Around the strife
With love in the air
On a flashing bluelight
Flat tire with no spare
And with more spite
Up in the sky
The clouds arranged
Somewhat to the right
And all of it deranged
On into the night
Taken to the end
Before the next cruise
Where the winds spin for what to choose
Turn to the Divine
Metaphysical miles
Drinking sweet wine
Pass along the smiles
A robin egg hatches
High up in a nest
A rat with matches
Making a mess
And when all detracts
Fire leaves the marks
Climbing the stacks
Burning up the sparks
Learn how to finesse
Make no mistakes
Show you can dress
Pass all of the fakes
War is declared
The ground is shaking
Few will be spared
No one is faking
Tyrants be defeated
Lay them down low
When it is completed
Then let peace show
And now an ill wind stirs the turbulent air
And the typhoon strikes out in earnest!