He Prays in a Black SuitA Chapter by Octob3r StarHe Prays in a Black Suit Time doesn’t give reasons, No clues or roads to- shine, Eight-straight years, what war in seasons, This puppet, which can’t define. What case he placed, entirely, Disaster, left behind, The lies and all it’s scrutiny, In the work of his- confined. Within this world, that hasn’t solved, All folks that have gone wild, To shine, one must have evolved, From crime; to inner child. But who’s to say, who laughs today, That’s seen no tears or weakness. Is it the man, who’s caused such delay? Who's lies outstand, uniqueness? Though I’d like to ask, “Hello, why, and when?” I think, I know the answers. To that which opposed, cuz heaven knows, We’d sway back and forth like dancers. So today I think, I’ll shop today, Converse with all who's, "danger," Cuz tomorrow, out wallets; we’ll have to pay, For plans, by a man, this stranger. He Prays in a Black Suit Written By; Joshua Randall Session IV: Eventually
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