Somethings Coming


Something's coming,
something cold,
keep it locked tight
under stone
Oh, let me shine,
let me be
Gold.
Something's coming,
something old,
though not ancient,
only I know.
I haven't been here
as long as
the Earth, Father Sky,
or even my mother,
but, I know it's
cold, it is old.
It exhausts, it does no good,
but, for who, does it obey?
Surely Evil, that's what I'd
say. What about you? You say no?
It's only for now. That's what I'd imagine you'd
say.
Something's coming, something bold.
Oh, wait.
It's all in me.

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