Seven Livers

They had lived many lives, betrayed many dogmas  
Carelessly of drama, shame now a silly diorama  
Portraying a world of talking socks, empty puppets  
Clueless in the face of the mighty's many rackets  
 
Oh they live on today, and tomorrow again  
In their pockets packets of love and fresh water  
Shooting stars that burn, acknowledging the pain  
Knowing it's the means to make their lives matter  
 
For who wants to live an existence of no troubles?  
Broken hearts and bodies, emerge from the rubbles  
Standing at the ready and prepared to rumble  
Card players, they dug up the lost with their spades as shovels  
 
Kings and Queens of a throneless realm of the living  
Into a limitless world they'd never cease to deliver  
Near the ambrosias of serenity they'd be sustaining  
Lucky they all were to each bring Seven Spare Livers.