Of words, will, and power
Our generations
But beware the light of this world, 'tis war
These seasons of conflict which we resolve within our
Minds and with each other
Blend, as seasons do as from winter to spring
Words will empower, your reasoning
But beware the light of this world, 'tis war
As an artist of the temperate
Words are hesitantly sketched before me
In the preparation of foundation and structure
Our words will empower, our reasoning
But beware the light of this world, 'tis war
A lone language is scattered and splashed
Indiscriminate like paint in the hands of a child
And with the seasons, as they pa** me by
I blend over myself, over bodies and minds