If I could live in a musical - I'd bellow happiness in B minor sit on the roof with family and sing of traditions - Traditions! croon love songs from mountain tops sing of lemon drops beyond the rainbow gather the band and march with seventy-six trombones! when life hands you a pandemic, an insurrection, and locks you down - break out the songs, adjust your crown, and dance!
there is a darkness on the edge of town it's shifting, cracking, severing the ground creating a hollow, shallow grave where the hearts of men are found but you must not let the darkness in for the darkness feeds on 'us and them' and devours wholly, the hearts of men seeding the weeds of hatred within a simple mask was all they asked to keep the darkness at bay but the heartless men proclaimed that their freedom was too high a price to pay and so the darkness cloaked the town where many since have died 'your neighbor's death for your freedom' the mourning town folk cried!
Thunderous bells tolled from the church high tower filling the kingdom with fear in the midnight hour. "Who dares enter god's tower in the dark of night, waking the kingdom with no moon in sight?" "'It is I replied the courier," message in hand. "I travel with word of a black death that ravishes the land." "Quiet, you fool!" the Cleric chided in a hushed tone. "There will be no black death with god on our throne!" "Dear sir, I implore you, the death knows no gods. Reject the black death and you increase the odds, of suffering and loss of your faithful flock. For the black death will enter your kingdom and not bother to knock!"
