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Alone, not Lonely

Rising from the Ashes

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A Violent Fantasy

George Washington sat on his lil' toy horse,
Never knowing he will get another horse.
He rode off to battle, forgetting his lil' toy horse,
Forging a nation that produced thoroughbred horse.

But his lil' toy hobbyhorse,
Forgotten and left in the corner north,
Breathed life to itself and hungry for chaos,
Became a symbol of madness between the wars.

People followed the hobbyhorse, clip clop clip,
The gods screamed louder, groan, roar, groan,
And hands went faster, slip, slop, slip,
Time, too fast, started to melt,
And clocks stopped going tick, tock, tick.

Da da, the hobbyhorse, turned yellow and brown,
Ran 'round in circles, clip, clop, clip.
It ran so fast the earth got warmer.
Flesh became butter, and fire grew up,
Tired of its master, mastered its master.
It ate up the butter, and spat out the seeds,
Which grew and grew into things with wings.

People followed the hobbyhorse, clip clop clip,
The gods screamed louder, groan, roar, groan,
And hands went faster, slip, slop, slip,
Time, too fast, started to melt,
And clocks stopped going tick, tock, tick.

Cracks opened up inside the earth.
Water, then molten rocks, streamed from the sores
Of the earth, destroying all they touch,
Shaped from the heat into soldiers from hell.
They screamed, they wanted bloody murder
Stirring the world into murky water.

People followed the hobbyhorse, clip clop clip,
The gods screamed louder, groan, roar, groan,
And hands went faster, slip, slop, slip,
Time, too fast, started to melt,
And clocks stopped going tick, tock, tick.

"It's time for change!" cried the hobbyhorse,
"My turn! It's been forever!"
His legion rose up, slaughtering,
Killing, raping all they see.
Chaos reigned, order died,
Waiting for a savior.
Fathers screaming in anger,
Mothers screaming in horror,
Children screaming in terror,
Praying it has all been a dream.

People followed the hobbyhorse, clip clop clip,
The gods screamed louder, groan, roar, groan,
And hands went faster, slip, slop, slip,
Time, too fast, started to melt,
And clocks stopped going tick, tock, tick.

The hobbyhorse galloped on, clip, clop, clip,
Chaos, da da, took me in.
Johnny shutted up, Arjun started laughing
And hark! The Harold angel dying,
Crushed by the weight that Atlas was forgetting.

People followed the hobbyhorse, clip clop clip,
The gods screamed louder, groan, roar, groan,
And hands went faster, slip, slop, slip,
Time, too fast, started to melt,
And clocks stopped going tick, tock, tick.

From the west, flying, flew one lone phoenix,
Gliding across the forsaken land,
A paradise it was, a hell it became,
It came gliding 'cross the forsaken land.
Over the head of the hobbyhorse it flew,
Sending terror and fury into its heart.
But no, it won't give up the fight.
The phoenix burned bright, blinding,
Blinding everything in its sight.
Fires gorged on minions of the horse,
Turning the table, which turned back around.
Out from the fire rose more evil troops,
Turned hard by fire, rose up in anger.
And the battle of good against evil has begun.

People followed the hobbyhorse, clip clop clip,
The gods screamed louder, groan, roar, groan,
And hands went faster, slip, slop, slip,
Time, too fast, started to melt,
And clocks stopped going tick, tock, tick.

My god! The gods came down to earth,
Bringing their torches down to earth!
A white army of fury, descending light,
Contrasted sharply against the army of black.
Meeting in the middle, a gray vortex,
Sucked both kinds of souls to die.
In this epic, they fought on,
The sun stayed up, war stayed on.
Thunder clashing, crash, bang, boom!
Swords sparked, crossing, slash and burn!
Da da, chaos, counterpunched,
Sending Him reeling into the mud.
Good, evil, crossed a final time.
An awful din heard everywhere!

But the hobbyhorse fought on, clip, clop, clip,
Da da, the hobbyhorse, went clip, clop, oops!
Missed a step, broke a leg, turning purple
Ants were full and suddenly what?
Water forged time and time slowed down,
Tick tock ding dong tick, tock, tick.
He laughed, shouted, went away,
Finding George Washington in his grave.
George got back on his hobbyhorse,
Which galloped away, clip, clop, clip,
The hooves getting farther, clip, clop, clip,
The sound getting fainter, clip, clop, clip,
You almost can't hear it, clip, clop, clip,
The world's back to normal, clip, clop, clip,
But never mind that, clip, clop, clip,
Tick,
Tock,
Will we still be the same as before?


A poem written as a tribute to the brave new world of the post WWI era.

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