

He woke up restless
And distressed feeling wretched
The perspiration filled his vest full of sweat
Missed a step, quickly checks,
“What the F?!?”, he is the headless
Light headed? no, actually headless
Checks under the mattress and on the headrest
Good heavens this mess here,
Needs a detective
He lived on a hill with his house on the edge of it
Far from the world to pretend his a president
But when heads roll, his a peasant again
He’s not special, just a resident
With no head though, so the searches commence
To his friend’s door, but he seems worst than him

They vow to assist each other
In this mission brother
Fellowship, to find the tower
Where they brain power is
Main culture lives, heritage,
The way name our kids,
Bury our kin, pray away our sins,
Until the day it ends… on they went

Through the desert, through venomous temperatures
Searching for references
Relics and evidence, something incredible
And there in the distance,
They find their heads again,

They rejoice, celebrate the gathering,
Spend their whole lives, happy in this marriage

I’ve seen stars and rode them
Up these narrow podiums
The challenge of another journey could break me in half if I wasn’t as open
I rewrite the modus
To guide me up the motions
Follow in a shadow shower of a power stronger and larger than all this
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