Master Guide(s)

[Heth Lee]

The Eater of Worlds, light cannot escape.

To continue to work by the eventual due date.

Our fate aligned, we look to the sky.

As if we were designed to be that high.

In line, we wait, our souls fragment over time.

Praying for happiness while listening to Sublime.

In which, I love, I cannot run.

My Master Guide wanting to have all the fun.

With love, my heart, it beats to the max.

Our souls continuing to be lightly then, taxed.

In fact, we strive, we're on one bended knee.

Turning from Boys back into Men, now can you not see?

For rights, it's faith, the Sun then blackened.

Fighting 1 on 1, like we're playing Tekken.

To do what is right, our blood then boils.

Hoping our Hearts don't continue to spoil.

We strive for Truth, we then breath deeply.

As is God had asked after saying, "What, come on!? Really?"

In which, we respond, "We know it's a test!"

Ignoring all together, trying to clean up one's mess.

Upset, we smoke, our ashles laid to rest.

Not concerned with understanding how to be the one's best.

Then we know, we then give our thanks.

To think, is to drive, we ride like a tank.