The Hand of Will

Behold!
At last fortunes dial has struck a high
unsheathed indulge in the lips of elder design

Architect unlimited blueprints color freely outside the lines
A wheel sharpened is the hand of will and the tools are in need of some business
Alas we dine upon tall tables with majesty the course
and exposed our lay shall grant thrones of sway

With beds so warm the insects so persistent on breaching walls never built
an advantage from a better view our sights so vast contestants bid ab due

The object of an infinite stare be it under cold or raiding woe
in turn the contenders make tribute in violent charm
measure the greatest on a scale of worthy to god
Impressed the memoirs how they lesson wise

Architect unlimited blueprints color freely outside the lines
A wheel sharpened is the hand of will and the tools are in need of some business
Through mountains of monuments these eyes are never out of focus
Supremacy on the horizon we thirst with teeth barred

Heed the note a disclaimer so bold, crowded jaws of pronounciation
in whispers a call to cheat through crown riddles, crowded jaw infatuation

The library stinks of gold and the shelves are filled with the trials and tribulations of the old
none meet on familiar grounds yet no legend be food for children cloaked.
The library stinks of gold and the shelves are filled with the trials and tribulations of the old
none meet on familiar grounds yet no legend be food for children cloaked.
So it is was foreseen and so it shall be
Screams sing praise be this the king.



Credits
Writer(s): Sarah Hall
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