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It Calls To Me 


The skies are black the rain does shower,
you have your youth,
you have your power.

Men will rise

but eventually fall,

you
have your time,

and
then
that’s all.
[Slow intro on the drums, build momentum, let it come.]

Understand

the beginning;

to navigate thru the end,

then you will grasp

that time is not your friend.

All around are the signs….

The violence,

The lust,

The greed,
The foretold preaching of good news…
In a world that embraces
only three.
Like the tolling of the bell in the Square that calls to me..[Repeat x 2]
It calls to me.

Home no more,
sleeping on a friends floor
eating
cold
spam,
out
of a can,
your mommies
not here
to
hold
your
hand kid,
not willing to listen, and you have no plan….

you have no plan…
You have no plan.
Like the tolling of the bell in the Square that calls to me..[Repeat x 3]
It calls to me.
Living in a world

In
its
final
hour,

the devil

too long

has
had
his power.

Too long he has had his power.
Like the tolling of the bell in the Square that calls to me, [Repeat × 3]
It calls to me, it calls to me………..
….and it calls you.

End.

Written by:
Kawika A. Stafford
June 9th, 2016
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IN THE DAYS OF CYRUS
BOOK II

Chapter 7

Badr looked intently into the dead eyes of the large German killing machine. Badr had heard several eyewitness accounts of this large man in battle. The dead soldier sat slumped forward in quiet repose as the red orb of light faded slowly beyond the horizon of sand.
By the gunshot wounds and extreme violence used to stop this behemoth, Badr knew it could only be the quiet but imposing native hawaiian. Cyrus burying his countrymen it evoked feelings of great respect of the large hawaiian. He was anxious about seeing Cyrus again. Badr and the four men would load the personal effects of their fallen countrymen and other salvageable items in the morning. The small group hoped to close the distance in the day ahead. They would grieve into the night. After that would ride with the lust of revenge blowing like the wind to their backs. Badr estimated that they were perhaps a half day behind. The four men Badr had brought from Morocco were of the Tuareg people. They were fierce warriors dressed in splendid attire, and very anxious to meet the cowards who had shot their relatives in the back.