THE VALLEY

© RYAN GUILEY

Judgement is for kings,

Who hold onto their rings,

An empire has all sources,

Which makes life courses.

 

Await, as division is approaching,

Where the stroke of a noise,

Will rattle those without motion,

As, those who hide are unpoised.

 

The valley twists the resorts,

For all resources will deport,

Building a cave that shelters,

For the corrupted doubters.

 

The circumference that surrounds,

Of depleted personnel won’t be around,

As the fork leads to only one path,

As members will make a given laugh.

 

A spray of a mist will come down,

Resolving the bitterness of certainty,

The less fortunate will engulf,

As only God will solve.

 

The sanction rests to a choice,

As building together will hoist,

The love of one and another,

Will be vested under the cover.

 

A blanket of deceit rests in power,

New superiors will be shifted,

That builds on the seed from a petal,

As courage is dealt without medals.

 

Our love streams the channels,

For all children to build a panel,

Where a dream is influential,

As our energy rejoices to fill the hole.