DAYZ

Days going by

Until the judgment of the sapien tribe

Couldn't see their fate from steeples they climb

Peaking weakness at the steepest incline

Tried to make history mine

Snatched the book just to realize It lacked ink

Last thing written was please keep filling each side

Of the pages, for ages, spirited victors scripted each lie

With the blood in the mud

Where the corpse of the so-called enemies lie

Evidently you can pimp me,

You can help me connect these dots