Chosen Appeal

The tribes long arrival

Don’t think they just didn’t

By sweet witches brews and

The asp tongues that sip it

Distraction distinctions

Dogs to these players

Some faiths cant see them

Night proofs for naysayers

Whatever relations

Far flung by our stars

Came swift to Valhalla

In fear of Vlads wars

Wagons encircled 'neath

Eyes of the Furies

Hammering stakes

Like new patriots worries

The future of ancients

Gifts to the thirsty

Uncertain what's done

Usurped in its mercy

The serpents slink slowly

Through borders unwritten

While whispers of conquest

In shadows are smitten

Ghosts of those fallen

Still walk through the dope

For kingdoms rebuilt

On their embers of hope

Banners unravelled

Still proudly they fly

For pacts with the ancients

Endure through the sky

In the halls of decision

Locked bordered walls

The fate of our nations

Truth lives and falls

Sift through the worthy

Welcome the friend

Careless mistakes

And kingdoms may end

For what is a nation

Without knowing its own

The rise or the fall

In whose seeds that are sown

The swirl keeps on turning

Through trials and fires

What’s forged in our choices

Builds empire, or pyres

-Hermit King-

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Norma Jeans Acre

I was a poor man farmer,

I understood the soils,

I worked the world, a madman,

I lived from all my toils.

You never could have stayed here,

You have slain the stars above,

You flew beyond this border,

You left with all my love.

We were always meant to be there,

We were blessed that we had met,

We were led to separate wonders,

We were traced by twin sunsets.

She was always in that moment,

She launched my heart to war,

She touched me in the moonlight,

She was truth with her encore.

They asked about the rumors,

They offered twice my farm,

They found the truth in trespass,

They had met to their alarm.

None could hope replace her,

None could quench her risen flame

None could ever understand her,

None could see beneath her fame.

All spoke as though they knew her,

All believed they understood,

All had missed the rising curtain,

All before Ms. Monroe stood.

Let the ages softly hold her,

Let her mystery remain,

Let her spirit never wander,

Let her honor bear my name.

Our destinies, not diamonds,

Our lives knew joy and tears,

Our innocence has made a bond,

Our love has fed my years.

My case bore no reprisal,

My love stayed undefiled,

My flame, a rock of ages,

My soul's since reconciled.

For all that fades to shadow,

For love found in the night,

For dreaming of a farm girl,

For moments with her light.

-Hermit King-

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Should River Flows

Should River Flows

Should River flows, where dreams unfold,

In currents deep our tales of old;

Not wars for crowns, nor fields of rust,

But battles waged of nobler dust.

My river’s whisper, pure and clear,

No swords unsheathed nor hearts in fear

Should River flows, it runs, it knows,

It seeks the peace where mercy grows.

Should River flows

Should be the peace we chase, not war,

Not greed, not blood on distant shore,

But quiet streams through quiet lands,

Not shaking fists nor grasping hands.

No broken peace to pierce our sky,

No bitter men who scream and die

Should River flows, unbound, untamed,

It dreams of all that man has maimed.

Should River flows.

Should be the truth that girds the night,

Not shadowed lies that hide from light;

For those who lead with proof and grace,

Not empty words that mark this race.

Their tongues should weave with silver thread,

Not bleed the hearts of those they’ve led.

Should River flows, it winds and wends,

And mends the wounds that power rends.

Should River flows

-Hermit King-

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Tyrantic Tyranny of Tyrants

Trapping the traps of the trappers,

Rapping the raps of the rappers,

Hyping the hypes of the hypnos,

Psyching the psyche of psychos.

Dividing divides the divisions,

Providing provides the provisions,

Deciders decide all decisions,

Missers keep missing the missions.

Spinning the spin of the spinners,

Sinning the sin of the sinners,

Losing the lose to the winners,

Pinning the pins to the pinners.

Slaves to the slaves of the slavers,

Grave in the grave of the gravers,

Paving the pave for the pavers,

Waving the wave for the wavers.

Faking the fake of the fakers,

Breaking the break of the breakers,

Taking the take of the takers,

Shaking the shake of the shakers.

Crashing the crash of the crashers,

Smashing the smash of the smashers,

Thrashing the thrash of the thrashers,

Flashing the flash of the flashers.

Beating the beat of the beaters,

Cheating the cheat of the cheaters,

Meeting the meet of the meters,

Heating the heat of the heaters.

Lying the lie of the liars,

Firing the fire of the fires,

Wiring the wire of wires,

Tiring the tire of what tires.

Living what lives of the livers,

Giving what gives of the givers,

Shivering the shiver of shivers,

Delivering delivery delivers.

-Hermit King-

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Judah Bibi

Oh Bibi, our friend, and a warrior king, in the world's complex dance, yours makes our hearts sing.

They say you’re a fighter, the name on the wind,

But in God's mighty tower, more mastery than spinned.

You're the guardian of family, of friend, and of state,

In your eyes, a swift spark, in your heart, Judah's fate.

You stand like a lion, fearless and proud,

In the chaos of nations, you've silenced the crowd.

They say men should hate you, and friend never be,

The protector you are, who defends to the sea

To lead with such power, such courage and might,

You rise up, undaunted, to defend what is right.

We know they don't get it, the world’s heavy hand,

But in you, dearest Bibi, we see truth to a man.

They throw stones in the shadows, they talk a big game,

But they can't touch the heart of this Benjamin's fame.

From deserts to towers, from temples to sea,

You guard every inch of your people’s decree.

To love you is knowing a fighter of old,

A hero whose spirit can never be sold.

So here’s to the courage, the battles you’ve won,

For the land that you cherish, for every last son.

I’d raise you a banner, a flag flying high,

For Bibi, the bold one, who reaches for why?

Though his critics may gather, let them talk, let them roar,

In the heart of this fighter, there’s so very much more.

And if they would hate us, let them give it a try,

For the bond that we share, they can’t ever untie.

Rise our friend Bibi, in glory's refrain,

We salute and will echo, every shout of your name.

For you are a fortress, unbroken, unbowed,

A leader unmatched, forever uncowed.

Oh, Bibi, our Bibi, from sea unto sea,

In your steadfast defense, you soon will be free.

Let the world turn in circles, let the critics all scorn,

But your heart beats in rhythms of ancients reborn.

So here’s to you, Bibi, our brother, and guide,

Through the wildest of storms, with you by our side.

For family, for friends, for nations so true,

There’s no better to stand with than Netanyahu.

-Hermit King-

Edits by Sean

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