sons of the stars

The constant stance
of the shapeshifting dance
from the lands
of those who define
equal chance
alone and hopefull
for a infnite future
in the year of tomorrow
the surplus of the hollow
deadly composed dilemma
shit faced arrogaunt contender
failing endeavor
the torment of never
to slowly sever

the sails are to be raised high
to be realesed into the sky
but the suns to bright
our skins too tight
our organs are intwined
and they're starting to dine
on their own kind
too much liability and pride
destroyed the idea of repent
respect was indefinite so
they gage the world for more time
the expectation was always to lie
the exceed the concrete slate
flourish to the point
where they could say good bye
to the picked gate
the idea is to great
yet selfish to the entire fleet
the sincere set up a plan
with the stars
to banish the scars
the stars thought ahead
every one is a threat
no one can prove wrong their dept
they would throw away the keys
send the body's through as tears
offer the mess as a meal for a king
so give it to player
the man who looks better
then the lucid stranger
that carrys no danger 

The moon strives
to take his prize
the world sighs
his lover is lost
his passion has droppedd
one life for the next
just like the old inscribed text
he offers himself
as a meal to the rest
on the hopes and dreams
of the falling design
of what "god"
called human life