Philosopher's Stone

The alchemists have gotten out of hand

Too many transmutations to understand

The philosopher's stone turned out instead

To only transform gold to lead

Wolves at the Doors

Dogs don't like to lose fights
I think that it shows
And when this all is over
I'm sure that you'll know
Cause dogs are people too man
Who bark at the moon
Knowing that it's phase
Will be changing soon
Barking and biting until then
It's all that dogs know
And to thrive off the morsals
Of the corpses of foes

Generations

Talk to children as if you're their peer
They're selective yet receptive of what goes in their ears
So if you make it something that they want to hear
They might listen

If you choose instead to scold or shout
One ear in and the other out
You might start to get an idea about
What they're missing

Treat them each as a peer instead
And you'll find that the things going in their heads
Make a lasting impression and instead
Come back to you

For what you sow now you soon will reap
And the hope for the future that you keep
Will have roots that run generations deep
Growing through you