Za's Stair - Alpine Cheer Mode

And the stars fell down
The night grew more wayward
A sculpture to chip away
All the stores closed now
A misanthropic soldier
Stumbles into gore
Same as the petals on the trees
Same as before

Frame the seaside town
Build upon those cabins
Their shadows are things of love
All the cash put down
Or floated in the ether
A kind of greasy constellation
We need a new team to manage
This evaporation

Send the workers to the Styx
Convince them it's for the nonce
Tell them they'll be ox-phoenixes rising
To blunt the swords and poke the eyes
Of all now holding court
And in desperate flavors
May they resume their labors
It's a kind of sport

Written by:
Frank DiPietro

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