Lifted Drums like machinations
Lacking patience
Patients waiting
For their treatments
Walking stalkers stalking soundly
Sound surrounds me
Wound like toys
simply abounding
Doctors kneeling on their tables
Mrs. Stables
Watching worlds above the ladle
At the churches, near the stables
Horses run and Sally cradles
All their daughters
All their fabled
All their wishes that they’d
Waited on for years
Until they stated
That they’re false and those they’ve hated
Were the ones they’d not abated
Then created
Friendships with them and truncated
This relation
By their words they came and left them
In the rain then
Shot their neighbors
Became raiders
Of their souls and they had shaded
Their parades their friends had stated
They were friends then in the end they
End up dead and all their comrades walked away
To their homesteads
And they stared at constellations
Leaving patience
To the wind they walked away from, all their friends
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