overthrown.

the king is dead.

wait it out, and soon the queen will follow.

fallen off their crooked thrones

just give it time.

invisible hands of justice

overthrowing.

but you still plead your allegiance...

out of one side of your mouth

and those words in between the lines

is the salt in the wound

is the twist of the knife

is the kick while i'm down

but i won't stay here long...

making exit strategies and plans

find another city

another town to make a rented house a home

trembling hands stilled

strike the box

the smell of sulfur in white ribbons

the dance of the flame

i've set this house on fire

burnt the bridges

watched them snap and slide down into the ravines

of regret

and left

left

right

left

all of the safety

because this time it counts

this time the guns are loaded

it will make us or break us

there is no part that will be sufficient

only whole

only all

and then more than we've the capacity for

and that leaves us to be overcome

be overcome by love and fear overthrown

or overcome by fear

with love still pursuit

the choice seems obvious

but it is ours.

none but ours.

we've not been this way before.

it will not be the same.

the way...

the outcome...

nothing is the same.

and all of the walls

and all of guards

all of the weapons

and lines of defense

they are all useless here.

just us overcoming.

just us overcome.

the old is overthrown.

so what are you waiting for?