Four

Paraded streets

Unsteady ground

They rattled down

And made some history

Of the four

There were no equal

Of the many

There was such lust

The spark was life

The strife was common

Their collective soul

Was all they needed

They spoke with their fingers

They met with their hearts

They created through passage

They divided their flaws

The pluck of strings

The slide of bridges

The stomp of skins

The call of mission

They began it all with nothing

They settled into clouds

They rose it ever higher

They continue it with splendor

Swarmed by the masses

Pitied by the tense

Mocked by all from the furthest guard

And envied by the less

They circled round the garden side

And made it known who lay in charge

They found the fortress and tore it down

To have a laugh and prove a point

They controlled, and inspired

Made a joke of all the fuss

They let it flow with no regard

For the comfort or the norm

Music aside they rode the tide

And reached the very top

Years on by they wrote their lies

And retired into obscurity.

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