OMENS OF FATE
Observe and watch, the ferns across this land turn to crops
Curved in thought these words to moss, hurdle tossed like birds of flock
The smiling clocks face stops pace while traversing time
While atop haste the lost break and this chalk paints the earth to shine
An infinite plan for the minutes that span diminished in sand
While cynics expand in a mimicking stance attempting to finish and land
Saddled in strife, unraveling life's truths we battle the night,
Protected in a castle of light, where a gavel of might smashes and strikes
We are violently torn, divided and scorned, colliding in form
Defiantly warned, and still a tribe has been born in the eye of the storm
In open debate, broken in places where my focus is phased
Cloaking the freight, while traveling trojans of faith chant omens of fate