Routine is a mundane thing which can dull the grandest thing~

Routine is a mundane thing which can dull the grandest thing~
Thy kingdom beyond the clouds doth reign~
Shall thy defend this kingdom in vain
Wonderful glory of beauty beseech
Because thy own to far must reach
Horse hooves loudly roar
Upon this ground
Upon the sound
Upon thy mercy lay thy crown
Soldiers tarry and bravely fight
They battle deep into the night
There waits a queen whose faith is shaken~
Her lords crown may soon be taken
Doth people of common understand
That they toil upon stolen land
Beauty of thine yet more to seek
Across the crowds our eyes doth meet~
Horses hooves loudly roar
As knights from battle fight no more
Kingdom bound to feast and dance
Till yet again another chance
To defend thy kingdom
Thy people, thy crown
To defeat that beast come from the ground~
To hear that glorious, victorious sound
To place upon the king his crown
Then yet once more shall thy ascend
To fight this battle yet once again
Because this kingdom I defend!
Because this kingdom I defend!
With glorious victory till bitter end~
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Little bits of heaven scattered all about~Peppered with indifference and a tad pinch of doubt~
You’re my number 1 blu Ray always on in my head~
Things we done, should have done but never really did~
Still I search rewind and always find little bits of heaven scattered all about peppered with jealousy and a tad bit of doubt~
You’re my mobility, fluidity, lucidity and I have no motion without you.~
So I sit down on the ground gathering up my bits of heaven, separating them from the rip torn shreds of hell~
I keep so still so quiet now, yet I have a story to tell~
For now I’ll play my blu Ray of us the little bits I saved~
The little bits of heaven a price so dearly paid~
NJM~
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