To leave a legacy
I as a preacher, stand just as a singular
and on the dais raised,
to beseech not command
for each to change his ways.
Divest of garments, naked stood
with just the voice of truth
do not chough and fidget so,
attention span, of a goldfish in a bowl
To listen is the greatest gift.
A blank prescription left to fill.
Worries gap, a hole and hope will not suffice,
as kindness be the cure, for many ill's.
Burgeoning stress, a pumice stone. dulling each keen edge,
the mould, the verdigris upon the cheese,
furry tendrils, the vilest creeps.
All humanity has a pull a tug, but who am I to judge?
But the undertow should always be
a common sense of love.
Everyday thespian, standing on the stage trapdoor,
extends the velvet glove
Bare boards the essence of my core,
Enemies and friends the now and evermore.
Spreading Chinese whispers, joy and piece,
the world we have, is just on lease
Gather a band, and grasp the lost ideals
the track is warped, wax to melt on Icarus's heels
ozone thinning on our shield
come show me, just a little ZEAL
Written by slipalong
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