Glorious Or Victorious?

I request to disrupt the clock, to end the passing of time.

Some people are moral and wholesome but the corrupt cannot transform.

Welcome to the world, major and disruptive, we all hear the chime.

You would not understand the glorious and daring that swarm.

It is on the television now, the bold enough soldier that stormed.

Secrets are put up tight, kept away with a golden lock.

Everything happens so hasty, and I sometimes wish I was simply bored.

Ears ringing, vision blurred, it is building up like an overstock.

The show will be stopped but, in the end, we are all victorious.

Yet, after all this pain and consumption, are you really on the side of the glorious?

The Unsigned Writer