Time to turn the down side up,
Break the glass to fill the cup,
Bleed the wound to heal the knife,
Teal's maroon when day turns night.
Four wheels turn to smooth the gourd,
Danger turns to Heaven's sword,
Those with horse forever scorn,
The unjoined thinker and his Moor.
Weakness melts - protection's strength
reaches outward past arm's length,
Fetus pouch will die to stay,
Forgive but not forgotten play.
Sacrifice will turn to gains,
Fire burns bright in our rain,
Tires turn white - roads unpave,
Barefoot crossing grassy blades,
Drawing blood from out of graves,
Clawing parched while drinking waves.
1+1 is back to zero,
Blind is one who thinks not nothing,
Turtles run while rabbits hear those
faint footsteps of uro humming.
Gentlemen have donned their dresses,
Life has shed her breasts for esses,
Small ones tower over giants,
The dissidents are self defiant.
So while you sip your lips may chap,
Your eyes are liars in your lap,
Today's hot item - Tomorrow's crap,
Even oracles will look back
and wonder how this white come black,
Wonder how this came from that,
Ponder why these two gained THAT,
When otto turns to toot.
