Kings Away

You and me around for infinity. My skate with my own hockey skates on was pain, and I could not get the laces tight. You and I can touch the sky as you take my hand and understand. There are vipers everywhere. Slit we split their spines with my blade and there are two emerging. I close my eye and sweep in a circle and close my eyes to breath deeply. I sit to see their blood on my blade. You hand me a shammy, no that is diving. Old little white towel with stains in perfect. Yellow is their blood. They rise, I capsize and I emerge with rage to see them all red hot energy that then burns like a quick sparkler above the ice. They are gone. No more hindus and then muslims on the ice or in the building. This is vermon of JC. He is constant jealousy for anyone who achieves. I stayed down. It is time for my crown.