Old Sphere Sequence

Old Sphere Sequence

Their black hearts are aching.
I think they can fake it.
They all want a piece of me.

My hands. They are shaking.
My bones. They are breaking.
You still want a piece of me.

They’re coming straight at you.
Don’t think you will notice.
You will obey the rule.

Though many will flee,
away from their eyes,
untouched by their lies.

Controlled by designs.
Their words are like mines.
Take your last step,
and swallow their crap.

An outside force.
History changed course.
Life path number nine.
It will all turn out fine.