12:50 AM
Moises J. Ramos
The mystical dreams of the night,
thrust a sword through my chest
You think you hurt me, but instead put me at rest
At the tip of my tongue I had your name, it had to be burn in flames;
Ashes for diamonds turn to armor
A temporary lute from the watcher
They laugh like classics,
Yet I have the best blacksmith
An unquenchable need for new armor
I see the decadence in the harbor
Market to Market
Yet no right scarlet
I buy with dimes, but no striking rhymes
Reviving from my slumber,
Waking to the sound of thunder.
Thunder so fierce it ignites the branches in my soul
A fire that makes me search for more coal.
Illuminating the darkness like sunrise.
Saddling the horse for war
In the other side of the dark.
With righteous faith, and a sharp mind
With advisors to my left, and the King to my right
thrust a sword through my chest
You think you hurt me, but instead put me at rest
At the tip of my tongue I had your name, it had to be burn in flames;
Ashes for diamonds turn to armor
A temporary lute from the watcher
They laugh like classics,
Yet I have the best blacksmith
An unquenchable need for new armor
I see the decadence in the harbor
Market to Market
Yet no right scarlet
I buy with dimes, but no striking rhymes
Reviving from my slumber,
Waking to the sound of thunder.
Thunder so fierce it ignites the branches in my soul
A fire that makes me search for more coal.
Illuminating the darkness like sunrise.
Saddling the horse for war
In the other side of the dark.
With righteous faith, and a sharp mind
With advisors to my left, and the King to my right
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