I look at the letters and what do they say?
Why do my eyes flip them that way?
Then numbers come to show me a song
What they say as letter, is really all wrong.
But what of the rule as taught by my school?
They beg to move to where they belong.
The rule of the Ruler has been for too long.
It's a day in the night of a Book that is new.
It's the flight of a dawn and a dawn that is due.
Too long has the rule of the Ruler, ruled you.
And the numbers too arrange a strange way.
Translate to more and show a new day.
It cant be denied what I see in my eyes,
even...
with the Ruler's rules applied.
The numbers have something to say.
They arrange to sing a song.
They're the Light,
that the letters write on.
Why do my eyes flip them that way?
Then numbers come to show me a song
What they say as letter, is really all wrong.
But what of the rule as taught by my school?
They beg to move to where they belong.
The rule of the Ruler has been for too long.
It's a day in the night of a Book that is new.
It's the flight of a dawn and a dawn that is due.
Too long has the rule of the Ruler, ruled you.
And the numbers too arrange a strange way.
Translate to more and show a new day.
It cant be denied what I see in my eyes,
even...
with the Ruler's rules applied.
The numbers have something to say.
They arrange to sing a song.
They're the Light,
that the letters write on.
~ Poetry by Storm ~
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