Our Poem: Timeless

Punish the ways the souls of old stole,
No more, the shine would ever show
More, than the paint nobody saw before,
No, rusty Joe may not come to our show


Please, sacrifice whatever older glow before,
Now we never see those ancient woes,
Everlasting they taught us what we know,
Laughing, the cold walls scolded our show,


Woah, lounge on top of the truth we told,
As honest as a conductor giving us the last ticket he sold,
Brittle and brewing, those tracks fueled against the cold,
Another path takes our place, and forms it’s own mold.

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