Dumb showed its face, protesting for the beast of the hour..
To some a disgrace.
To others a show of power..
Hiding behind a wall of outraged:
What is truth?
The stage is set;
come on Aussies, place your bet -
In the green corner: naive at best; puppets with a crown; black arts, bleeding hearts; eager to defend: prayers gone out on vipers lips, on this you can depend.
In the blue corner: who knows? Do they have a champion?
Not put to the test; rank: outsiders, at best.
In the red corner: walking a fine line: was recently unbeatable!
The steaks are fried.
Still green in the middle.. what can I say?
Do any have the truth, the life and the way?
In the brown corner: that old battler. Forged through ridicule and grit. The one they all mocked, now could give them shit!
Rocketing up the charts; who would be so brave? She might be a little fishy, but, no bodies slave.
Dumbfounded, if the truth was known, if we could glimpse the future, under who's flag we have flown..
Dumbfounded for what can't be seen -
The final kingdom, of Nebuchadnezzar's dream.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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That dream it seems is made of many materials and translated by Daniel. A most interesting write
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