might be another time,
where I meet you all together,
and write my final line.
Might be a dream or the perfect nightmare,
once I realize I'm back in charge,
thanks for the push, T,
save me a scare--
Do not fret, sibling of mine,
as you like to say;
time's a' comin',
and here's where I draw the line.
I can see now,
catch up on your past and hers,
sister should have known better,
than to remain involved--
c'e la vie, as brother J says.
Are we all stuck in a dream or is this reality?
Do not worry about Roman,
I'm taking care of his royalty.
and I'll forget you left me to burn on that field.
Come on, T, not like you did not see this one coming,
just a matter of time,
for the Blue God's Reckoning.
Evolve or Die you told me once,
let's see who the cockroach and god,
For if you remember clearly,
I'm the one writing the story,
bloody-fingers typewriting history,
paper trail spitting faster than glory,
allow me to sentence you forever to--