Blaze
The once peaceful world
Performs a forced kneel
As the venomous ego
Slaps the legless on the heel
Once a towering boom boy
Letting nothing subtract his count
The mayor of morality’s steed
Signals for him to mount
A turnover has been turned real
Only one can reform the shape
Of the wicked pythoness
Who longs for a civilization to rape
Once a heaven for hell haters
Containing life and its chow
The solid become spirits, and they
Waste time wondering how
All done with rotten purpose
All conducted for the epitome of greed
A betrayed brain, the forgotten rain
Gets attention by the worst of its feed
Pleasurable life becomes an unshatterable knife
Of dreams becoming ever so false
Which will embrace the tempting face
And dance the imperfect waltz
The chosen one stands up with the mind
Vocal chords orchestrate an unforgettable swear
Promise to shrink and turn back the big and bad
And restore the world destined to share
The world watches the hero wannabe
As it waves it a possible goodbye
For the individual will maybe restore hope
But likely the glory will somehow die
Hardships fire like sun dogs
Along the tar inspired horizon
Both orange rods of hope either vanish speedily
Or fade bit by bit as a hero turned wizen
The destination finally turns up from space
The hero magnetizes the stars for reach
Traps enter their permanent wheelchair
Their spiritual gun foreclosing its breech
The major of the malicious march
Recalls no opportunity to prevent self demise
Although moral always lacks an im, it will always
Defeat its poisonous counterpart with ease
A blaze of hope melts away the ice
That froze the overheating lovers of peace
A blaze sent by the sun to burn the coal that polluted
The inopportunity for integrity to cease