of villains of the blackest sort

charm is a verb

is what I heard

around the campfire toasting

murderers and marshmallows roasting

the queens of the podcast

fill us all in to the last

of villains of the blackest sort

taking innocence from our world

may our children always be safe

in our streets and in their space

may virtue find a way

to grace us all this day

the endless days come

im shouting in vain

is there no end to pain

we must daily attest

and be part of the process

the grind the grind the grind

one loses their own mind

the endless days come

forever around the sun

sitting on the edge of time

hoping to find a rhyme

that will live forever

and be a glorious treasure

lost is the art of gentle speech

can we be friends?

does it always depend

on things you know

you cannot control?

what happened to simple conversations?

a way to pass time between stations?

lost is the art of gentle speech

now we just screech

it will take time

to find a new rhyme

free from worldly vice

and the only law is to be nice

and neither friend

on an iron steed

do we finally see

what's over the edge

at the end of the ledge

into the endless night

were dark is our sight

and neither friend

nor foe may we know

a great mystery lies beyond

at the end of our song

when our breathe does pause

our final decree; no clause

and every reason to

"You can't choose what stays and what fades away" Florence + Machine

to choke my self pity
to kick dirt on memory
to let it fall away
let the grip loosen this day

still some miles in this soul

no reason not to go

and every reason to

let love surround you

life is worth living

its worth forgiving

its worth trying again

its worth it my friend

we turn time and again

please stop the madness

can we spread some gladness

some good will to humans

and search for solutions

we always forget 

so to woe and regret

we turn time and again

remembering our sin

so once again

let the truth settle in

open the heart and the mind

for we are also all, human kind 

I did carry on

in the quiet night

we shed our light

and let our love spill

you know the drill

im still here

i did persevere

i did carry on

their papa did not let them down

and now near the end

of this glorious trend

i dont regret my time

protecting my queens light