i think i elevated again
this may be short but its pretty good
I sleep during the day because the evening can be deceiving
One second you’re howling at the moon the next second its leaving
Im heaving history at heathens abruptly disallowing breathing
Until they understand words have a plethora of meanings
Formally leaning with the masses accepting passes out of classes
Alas tasks of bitter aspects now leave me in the class of asses
Time harasses man with a multitude of medieval torture
You wake up in a cold sweat trapped in American pop culture
I represent the vulture, ruthless teacher, noble creature
Scavenger of the deadly arts, I represent the preacher
This evenings main feature depicts a tale of to much ale
Words stale but still impale with the strength of heated rails
Details fail to prevail the path taken to glory
If you’re looking for a happy ending I suggest another story