Without Pause

As tonight is my morning I shall sing a spelling hex onto those whose souls sprout oddities from their tongues. Quicken shovels that had ravaged the blood moon hit dirt by my hands gripped unto them times three as morning is my high noon. Never bargained with a silent slasher armed with badge and gun yet my sight beckons to end the stall of justice no one has yet to have been able to hold so close to the chest like ones first born breathing, catching ones first breath.Then high noon is my night and in it I balance my feet and fight with fist wrapped in sweet fruit for those to get a whiff of the kind of me that is coming fiercely to own something, so that I may give for free to all my brethren and that's the wisdom to know our freedom is stepping forward freely without pause, without pause... without

Unity Above All Else