four of five

	.	four of five it's dusk, four of five hunter-gatherer, i begin to head home with my take-out look up at the heavens, see the first four points of light and scan them from left to right king of kings, show us your thunder and lightning punish the liars, gaze upon our world his father taught us how to farm the land move the hands on our clocks, number our days march in with your bloody red shield rattle your saber, threaten us with war the jewel of the sky, light of love and beauty lady of the evening, please bring us peace (didn't really notice the delivery kid rushing out of the lot though) climbing into my chariot the crystalline sky is quickly forgotten it's dusk, four of five heading home with my take-out	.
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