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When the Whippoorwill calls,
the time will be when,
we will see the World change,
over and over again.

The Whippoorwill calls,
should set up an alarm,
about the attention is ready,
for her who our Democracy harm.

Insurrectionists no matter,
what you may say,
Traitors to our Government,
in every waking way.

If you believe in this country,
and the Democracy, you see,
then it's time to take action,
and not the criminal way.

A jagged edge,
along the screen,
Broken glass,
at the scene.

What has happened,
where were we,
when all the rats,
began to flee.

Take back our country,
from the Sedonistic crowd.
Don't be quiet,
speak out loud.

If you care,
for this, your land,
we will love to take
a stronger stand.

Emotions are a wonderful thing
for they release and will bring,
deep feelings of love or fear,
when an unknown presence is near.

There are times when
circumstance triggers action.
Be careful as timing is a factor,
to consider, before pulling the trigger.

One light to the North,
on the brightest day.
I thought it was blue,
now I cannot say.

When love moves away,
from where we live,
should we acknowledge,
should we forgive?

He controls the evening.
He controls the night.
He controls the weather.
He controls the sunlight.

He controls your interest,
even all the TV's,
for he's the master of ceremonies,
for everything, with ease.

Legendary is the word,
which was the way she looked.
Could of been on the center pages,
for the issue of Playbook.

Aside the trail,
near the Oak tree,
I could see my love,
waiting for me.

Near the path,
where she could avail,
of material to make,
a gossamer veil.

Her loveliness,
a vision of sun,
filled with perfection,
in the finest of one.

Irons in the fire,
paper products in the back.
It is now time to move,
returning to your last Trak.

When the ivory keys, on the piano,
have all turned black,
I will remember,
it's the end of days.
No more days to track.

Clear your soul, speaking out,
answer for all you know.
It will then be the time,
to do your own farewell show.

The last time, you talked to me,
I swore, you wanted to fight.
Uncertain as to what you wanted,
I left and stayed out of sight.

Now, many months have passed,
and I'm no longer, in this plight.
If you would like to talk again,
it will be after; we flee or fight.

I love the day.
I love the night.
I don't love the reason,
my life, has changed to fright.