right then…

a joke of glass and stone.

two for the price of one in the ‘demon’ zone

only

rocked by righteous mind of accord

“Just don’t say I’m damned for all time!”

he who is without sin throw the first stone

only

violent trembling of temptations

(rerun, replay, reward)

20 pieces of silver to the highest bid of blood money

“You might as well take it… a fee, nothing more”

(transition)

if stone grinds the soul then how then does the then flower of peace then grow from then crumbled remains?

You see…

a stone flew today in same place

a form of communication

from a wasteland where mortals live a form of illusion

cast with force

high above the sky

rocked and rocking…

only,

i am no fool,

no,

free

free from a world where stones can be used hostile

(poor language skills nonwithstanding and whereupon the stamp of hand)

Laugh now, there is nothing to be scared (of, for, with)

even now, another rock sings and dance.