In Due Time The Process Proceeds

My lyrics arose as the prophecies came|

Blown away with a fan|

Shown scattered misrepresentations throughout the shaded plans|

I stand here corrected with a Molotov|

Outraged by the flames that couldn't disperse enough|

In due time the process proceeds|

Blades cut wide open|

Showing where the dissections bleed|

Mistakes once shown|

Lay hidden|

The speed tripled|

But the reaction slowed|

Arrange the blocks only to knock down|

Then rebuild again to reinstate a new shape|

Rearrange the tears with a crooked smile|

Hiding teeth|

The tree enchanted by my flames|

Lies causally|

Attracting the lightning bugs ever so close|

Burning their bodies|

Evolving to dripping flames|