One, Two, Three
The Seconds Slowly Pass,
As I Drown in the Field of Destiny
it Surly Cannot Last.
But it Goes On,
Like a Never-Ending River,
and We Are as a Pawn,
At the Thought, I Shiver.
Sickening to the Mind
to Be Used by the Divine;
Fools that Blind
not Protective or Benign.