Intro

[My child the wise one does not agitate the fierce anger of a king.
My liege, it is not for kings to be easily provoked to wrath.
History is the story of kings fighting amongst themselves to rule others.
Here we sit kings of consciousness, waiting for a King with righteous anger, And for that anger to subside forever.]

Verse 2

Like rain sprinkling the glass in front of a dashboard
More words splash your intellect in a wrinkle in time
checking Intel stocks
drinking too much wine at dinner parties
the sinner's hardy partly due to finance
I dance off to the bank with a hand to shake
And my chance at making a million
When will we son
Truly embrace our daily denial of dollars
And face the trial of all our failings?
Angry Kings bailing out commitments for shipments of Bailey's
We need to be scrubbed by Haley's Comet.
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Prevailing against the tide of the Times
Ride the rhymes to the Son's side in the skies
Wide-eyed for the One Wise.
… yet still …
The sun rises on the liars in the West
Until it sets
Once and for all
All bets are on
then off-ten foretold
All Wars are Cold
More nations fold to inflation then shells
Hell's elated at the smell
of burning banks earning thanks.

from ID Obelus, 2 Bit Fugue, 2002.
Words © Cyril Guérette for P(r)o(ph)etic Productions.