What Made / by Keres

In life and death I’d stay here

And linger inbetween

In every moment lost

I found another side of me

To be but with the millions

To be but with the few

All that really matters

Is sprigs of verdant yew

For when a TimeGate Travels

We Do What We Can

We Open Up The Portals

To Be Better Men

So No Matter when we lay here

No matter how you lie

I know who I am

And where I meant to die

If the universe is willing

It gifts life of three

Alter chimerical balance

Is the fate of ye

So on Death’s Doorway, Splatter

Escape each drop of blood

I would live another year

To swim through every flood

I would escape momentum

[Velocity Ensure]

I would walk toward Deathways

I’ve been through each ‘before’

But every moment matters

Not merely ‘escape death!’

For when a headway splatters

We are all bereft

So do what Mother made you

Protect life upon this earth

And when you spill another

Know spilled blood widens still her girth

She has not betrayed you

Violence knows no bounds

I would hear you calling

And gift you my Hell Hounds

Violence, Fury made me

So why ought cast out now?

Now, Modern Man is calling

I would come with any how

So when mother nature alters

Bend and rhyme with flow

But if a woman halters,

Do your best to tow

Let her learn her lessons

But protect still your bough

For without each cycle Nature

Returns us anyhow

So bend and yet be patient

Be verdant and be strong

Never would I cast out

What Made My Brother Strong