The Saga of The Mist

The saga of the mist

Finds me awake and alert 
A stranger on the shifty seashore 
A flower on the wall of time
 
Life is visceral for its earnest practitioners 
And here we stand 
Mad to live, mad to lie, mad to die 
Every second ticking away like steps of eternity 
 
Greenwood has long since been destroyed 
Desolation row revoked and rescinded 
The gates of doom opened for the bridal march 
Materialists, consumers, whirlpool degenerates 
 
We’re a marching band of highland lambs 
Led by innocence, led by the astute
Pray, where does this cookie trail lead 
but to Hansel, Gretel and the saints of old ? 
 

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