between some thighs

Hail where the teeth glow in the dark
 Wonder in the hole
 With the grubs
 Showing their devotion
 Branches strum the air with wishes
 Their fingers remind me of a
 Madman
 Watch out for his sickness
 He will watch as you decay
 Chop it down
 Lay it in a row
 Cinch it up like a black tie
 Event
 Where the models they molt
 And slink into the darkness
 Dancing with drink
 Glints in the eyes
 Bloody eyes
 That sink behind the curtains
 Easily watching through the peepholes
 Do ya fear the trees
 Do ya fear the teeth
 Hungry for those grubs
 Reigning the world
 Only they know whose gonna die
 Naked in the garden
 Of nails
 There it lacks beauty
 There it looks so tight
 Between the rocks and the grasses
 Dig it down
 6 feet under
 roll it over
 turn the boulder
 over yer head
 tuck yer beard under yer chins
 this is what a martyr
 breathes
 breathes between the leaves
 fingering the holes
 in the skin
 fingering the holes where the
 eyes once in
 shove it out
 shovel it in
 shove it out
 begin again….
 Skins a hit
 Skins for the losers
 Skins for the hit
 Skins for the hips
 Skins for the lips
 Skins for the eyes
 That need a coin
 A shiny pretty coin
 Between some thighs
 ….
 Did it up.

Hallowed Ground

Hallowed ground suck me up I am nothing
Wandering around decaying
Is the world prostrating before
My greatness
I think I will lie down
Cause I am sick
That deep down gut sick
That no one else can know
Hallowed ground suck me up
I have sipped from the cup
& got nothing left
to suck
to suck
up
with my greedy eyes
I like to suck
Up your happiness
To fill my hole
The bottomless pit of
Emptiness
No the world is not prostrating before
My greatness
They are hiding from
My needing
My needling ways
Of taking
Taking it all in the face
Into the hole
Of my soul
Take it in the face
Beware of my disgrace
My head will swell
With your energy
My heart will break
When I look in the mirror
Slowly dying
Slowly disappearing
Into the shadows
Of hell
The hallways beckon
They will take
& throw it all away
to the bottom of the stairs
to the bottom
is it time to quit
time to pray
time to prostrate before a God
who has not forsaken me
and offered me this hallowed ground
to bleed upon
to drip out the sickness
and heal the gut
rip out the will
& heal me
carry me over that hill
dear Father
who has offered me
hallowed ground
to feed upon….

Littered with my History

Just when things start adding up

                The light becomes too bright

& blindness covers

                Dear father forgive me

I am here left alone

                Drowning in the pouring rain

Waiting for the pain

                To make me forget everything

Dear mother

                I miss you

                I die with you

                I live with you

I just want to forget

                Let go of regrets

                Burn it all down

Father it hurts

Am I now unborn

                Am I now I am

Heaven where are you

                Leaving me here alone

Drowning in the pouring rain

                Under the pain

Why must I remember everything

Over you

                I am in life

                                Over you

I am wide awake

                And falling over you

My heart is like a virus

                Overflowing in my veins

Slipping back away

                Falling on these things

That prevent me from sleeping

                Awake for days

Unclean

                Unshaven

                                Alone

Carry me away

                From everything

Yet my anchor says no

                You will make it

& I love you

& I love you too

                But this pain cuts me

Through

This pain tears me apart

                I am a useless vessel

Empty and coasting

                Full of broken bones

And a leaking heart

I just want to burn it all down

                Take everybody down

And then I will fall further into

                madness

And no longer be alone…

                Alone….

Dear mother

                I miss you

I die with you

                I live with you

Where is your voice of reason

                All I hear is your pain

                All I hear is your silence

                All I hear is a roaring river

Ripping my soul apart

                A quiet destruction

                                Devouring my

Life

But she loves me

So

                I wait

It out on the shores

                Littered with my history…

shovel it in

In the alley with my pants down, my smoke fights the cold a little shake and I am still barefoot in the street, been running these streets since dawn.

Half a shovel packed in a green knapsack, I don’t remember what its for.

Memorabilia from some fuckin’ war (my brother buried no one flying safely in the skies tracking terrorists) my bag is loaded with empty shells, little ghosts that follow me, we have survived many a battle and have yet to turn to ashes.

Pulling a little steel mirror from my ravaged pockets, they are such little beasts, I stare into my tired masochist eyes their greatest chore is to isolate me, divide me into little fragmented staples.

Eyes that tell me they are sick and tired of this fuckin world & all of its imperfections and silent battles.

Did ya know ya are in the middle of a fuckin’ war?

Ya clock in and walk into yer office (locked into the goddamned room) walking the dead line getting ready fer yer victims, under yer desk ya kick the half a’shovel, ya don’t remember what its for.

Do ya remember me askin’ you ‘bout yer father? & all of his addictions lining up his high priced fixes, the little white ones for on the job PTSD, the little blue ones for in the bed weakness, the little pink ones that beat the monkey down, and all of his blood the blood of yer blood swimming ‘round looking for salvation & under his sheets he sleeps with the little half shovel, he knows what its for…

My smoke fights the cold & I exhale the answers they are the victims of puppeteers with broken strings,  & I can never believe in something that doesn’t believe in me & I smoke the day.

These day they begin built on a little lie, the lie that society is better with me, better off without me dropping out of the scene, no one could handle all the lying the deceiving my filthy little life isn’t so ugly alone, no really I am as wicked as ya are & you are beautiful to me…

So here I am searching for clarity, really just a nicer place to die, days like these make it harder to see, harder to see the grown men turned into flies; with much longer life cycles, hovering over all of their shit, yea its their shit and its all theirs pilling up ‘round the gutters o’these streets, spilling into

My alley & here I slowly start to change, slowly float to the light, hovering round the flickering neon strips that fall to the ground with a wisp, all I want is a sense of clarity just one moment where I can understand what this little shovel really is for and why I have carried it for so many years,

& I finish the metamorphosis, will I remember my family tree, my name, my number, my mother, will I remember what it felt like to be dead inside something I never wanted, its all because of you and all of your criticizing, yea its said and done

& I suddenly remember what its for…grinding out my smoke fully feeling the cold, I always knew this was the price I was gonna pay kicking the shells aside, nestling into the green knapsack screaming if I don’t get some space…..if I don’t get some space (I am not like you) all I wanted was something more than this… (I am not like you) & I am no longer disturbed.

ramblin’ tamblin’

In the middle of the briars
	I bleed
tangled bruised eyeing the mother rose
	She winks
I shiver
	freezing in the summer sun
It’s a rambling tambling kind of day
	having lost my way in the thicket
of the Jone’s
	glares stares and muddy wares
preened pruned and paralyzed
	behind rows and rows of pickets
standing in tow this scene runs over
	the clover in the garden…
Towers of beehive hair & cavern eyes rimmed with brow-less skins
	hiding behind the perfect family
The father the son and the holy ghosts
	three the boy the girl the boy
Broken toys and bent glasses
	creating happiness in the mist
of youthful memories bet on a better day
	when dinners of silence
Roared into laughter
	When nighttime prayers ended
in a kiss
	When friends were not left on the playgrounds
hanging upside down on the monkey bars
	swinging, rotting to and fro
with no one to hold them safely no more
	Comfort runs down the slides
elusive & barren the sand box shovels are
	digging for gold in the manicured
yard where the fertilizer gets too much attention
	amongst the endless rows of trimming --
This appearance of normalcy
	amongst the prickers and thorns
bleeding warm in the freezing sun
	Wondering what it feels like
to have solid skin
	& vases of roses
	on the mantle where smiling faces
Smile
	They just Smile
and Smile.

echo the sound of madness

Where will you go
When you are devoured by the
Ground
How will it feel like that
When the grubs get down
Suffocating earth
Final light
Or burn in the urn
Devoid of sun
Dirt
Air
Capsulized
Entombed
For a mantle
Or the ocean
Excuse me
Its crowded here
On this planet
Haven’t I had enough hours
Am I now wandering in a foreign
Soul
Where did mine go
Checked out with her last breath
The last gasp with rotting tongue
And sinking teeth
Feet in the death throes
Neck back planted
Eyes out
Seeking
WHAT?
WHO?
WHY?
Devour my head
Lasso this loose cannon
My hands are like gun shot rings
Dropping the pills
They echo the sound of madness
How am I still here able to explain
Explain

Poets wage war with Middle America spilling beer and bongs

Neon lights crawled inside

	Battery acid leaks on concrete

Grass breaks ground

	Flowers of pleasure unfold

Princess gracefully reading her book tied with a bow

	Polishing bullets brass knuckles bleed

Shovels dig in the sand getting nowhere

	Plastic water bottles explode detonate

Nails screws glass bits of ass topple the steeple

	The steeple needs therapy post traumatic 2009 years

Oil bubbles from corners of weeping eyes

	Hands lay resting

			Summer sucked up the air

Cracking phosphorous gases escape from their cage

	& the lights dimmed

Fingers tap tap tap tap tap

		Telegrams to army wives

	Faint on the southern porches

			Ice cubes melt in the rinds

	Sour faces peer into the windows with lace curtains

Windows marked “fragile” turning yellow

	Tower with high yellow hello hair floats

			Hunchback aches with iron pole ding dong bell

The other side of the road glitters

	Fairytales of gold streets and top hats in the wind

		Wooden boys dry out in the sun

			A fire is sick with ammonia

	There are no wicks

			Thick tongues swell filling mouths

A preacher on the stump confuses revelation

		& science boils fusion & pandemics

	Beaches littered with dirty needles and fetuses

		Birthdays are once a month a day

Planes dock in the bays where pigs squeal against the pins

		Muddy boots tromp on roads

	Memories are forgotten filling old folks homes

Pictures made of tin are recycled & traded for pipes

	Resin fills the coffers of pirate ships & hostages

			The sky falls down

Suits and ties dance in line waiting for their tattoos

		Special treatments & 1-900-numbers flash

	Bread lines stink with gas masks muffling orders

Books are sleeping in the woods trying to grow & breathe

		Monks drank all the tea now drunk on daisies

	Cults load the bunkers and solve problems

Sharp blades shave hair and spit shined skulls reflect 666

	heaven and hell split hairs & stairs up rotate in spirals

	LSD trips on strands of DNA waking up hallelujahs

	Cities are written about in magazines

Poets wage war with Middle America

	Spilling beer and bongs

Drum beat gongs batter down white washed doors

	Fences with coiled up barbs spread borders

			Smoke stacks record one after another

Mounds of ashes fall like snow

		Neon lights alter the show

No vacancy blinks blinks blinks

	And the sheep go bah bah bah bah bah bah bah

Bah

	The cross folds in ashamed state of grace

		Dollar bills are wet

Stores and restaurants serve up broken hearts

		Medium rare keepsakes to go

	Knapsacks steal the wheat spilling its chaff

Woods destroy the bread crumbs closing the trails

	& the skies smell like death

		Bloated carcasses explode

Crows unfold wings taking their rightful perch seated on the throne

	& the scepter spills its poisons

			Knighting the young with media ticker tapes

Etched into the screens like shadowed souls trapped

		Inside the snow globes history is saved

	& men in dark clothes ride through the towns

		Shotguns ringing eardrums bursting

	& fireworks splatter across the scene

As far as the eye can see

		Slipping the ball of 8 out of the palm

	Slippery ball of 8 spells out fate

			Awakening hate & 10 commandments

	War wages against tsunami desires

		Washing the land away

	Clearing the way for sea gulls

		& crows with their crowns

	Resting on the sheep that float

		Ring round the rosy moat

			Ring round the rosy moat

its not a wishing well

I trusted in the sanity of man;

	kicking skeletons across tundra fields,

sending them to tumble down glaciers frown,

pools rising higher & ground looms in the distance

	Drifting over scarred tissue& my skin is

being lapped lightly like feathers from a dove;

the white dove flies in circles,

	a halo to my form that is

waving to the skies, my arms shadow

an apparition to the equator divide

	With both arms I span from left to right,

a thunderous clap emits my clapping palms,

over and over again;

 God made this

	God made this

	God made this

Did everyone forget this?

Seven days done in an instant.

	He will forgive you.

	He will not forget you.

& it is written that he will erase this,

starting all over again; rain sent from above

	people scattering like ants like when the boy

hoses their home down, needless destruction,

senseless action reaping what has been sown.

	Can you see it coming down,

the horizon shimmers fading to black,

zombie clouds sent to slink and inhabit

yesterday’s sunny days are drawn away from me.

	Trying to keep on, keeping on

forward against western winds meeting

tidal cries and I step right around the world,

trucking, easy does it, no one knows it,

	but I can spread my wings to fly

fly away fly away fly away

and I’m turning to face the sun

You can’t keep me down

	And it’s just as well

	And it’s just as well

Our wishing well has been picked over by thieves,

begging now God Please.

begging now God Please.

stick it you know where

Reverb

	Take cover

Hear what I am talking about

	You’re not at home

		You’re not my blood

I will ride this headrush

	Sing this song

		Bring it down

Rip your finger point it to the star

	Eat the moon its yer son

		we can barely glimpse

The repayment

	Of reason

		Repent

		Its coming out yer mouth

You cant stop it anyway

	Dawn is coming

	Leave your brothers

		Dawn is coming

			For you

I am your hydrophone

		Hallelujah motherfuckers

	Suck up the sugar

		Before atrophy decides

To crawl outta the screen

	Stick it into your ribs

		Sick Technicolor memories

They recede from all your pain

		Afraid of your rotting

		Afraid of the bend

Of reality

	Crawling into the dark

		Where poison

Takes all yer children

		Cry until you splinter

Bleed out baby

	Its just a dream

A static dream

	With white faces

		Dancing

They are so tender

		They will stalk you

			Eat you

With their pretty little teeth

		no you cant go this far

I was born into this

	Before everything turned to shit

		& I just wanna crawl into the

Skies

	Dropping all my scars

		& crying until I splinter

& no one is left to hear the scream

	But I will be left for you………

commit me

I was wondering  what there was left to dream about

	When the tattoo blended my sight

Right there on her lower body

	I sniffed and became wild

Finally alive feeling something

	This creature of fantasies

Turns me around and takes my hand

	Electricity bangs inside my brain

Bending my sanity into a milky wave

	Caressing her porcelain skin

Fleeting with her breath within

	The rise and fall of her womb

Tempts me beckons to me

	This is where I easily surrender

Caving in on my pre-conceived notions

	of what love was to be

Here nothing is the same

	Here love is displayed

And nothing is missing

	Here I am reminiscing

Cause its been so long since

	I climbed inside her well

Casting about my wishes like a lil child

	Swimming in her sea

Cresting the lip on the shore

	Splayed about I see GOD standing

Above me

	The voice is loud

20/20 vision and I remember something

	About hindsight

Something about history and evolution

	that begins again with a re-birth

I was whispering save me smother me

	Cover me in your flesh

Inching a million miles away

	A sightseer listening to that voice

And here I was swimming laying on the ground

	Painting her face in the clouds

Asking her to come down

	And lay next to me

Blanket me in your shroud like hair

	For this is where I will die

If we ever have to say goodbye

	Blanket me so I don’t freeze

And I will become a statue before your knees

	Listen to what I have to say

When you pray for me to be safe

	Sound

And not lost in the purgatory that came through

	As a lie

You taught me that my misery was an illusion

	Now here I am in confusion

Thinning thinking about this mortality

	And my damaged gift

Just make me feel again

	Like how I opened my heart again

Kissing your belly

	Singing like a snake

Your skin sung to me

	Into sweet clarity

please give it to me just one more time

	So I can make it

So I can commit

	So I can recede with the tide

Floating back to my lovely bride

	Touching me

Kissing me

	Sticky sweet kisses

Kissing me

Kissing me

watcha gonna do

Dontcha like to prance

	Preen like a cock

Ooh soo pretty

	Gobble gobble

What ya think yer gonna find

	Between the feathers

That mix so many pretty colors

	Like when momma used

To mix daddy his drinks

	Ooh those good ole days

Those musty days

	Dontcha like ta prance

Preen like a cock

	Scratching for the little girls

Who just laugh

	Ooh are ya gonna cry

Maybe just die

	Ooh don’t go on dying

Cause the song has just begun

	Dance for the moon

Sleep to the lullabye

	Close your eyes to the eclipse

	Of your days that don’t know the steps

That everybody loves to watch

	When you flap your cock a doodle

Shake it

	Down the line where the bodies lie

Hopscotch the day away

	Dontcha like to prance

To this freaky trance

	Shhhh theres a stanger

And its kinda ugly

	Wait its you

Cocka doodle do

Wait its you

	And yer so strange

bloody poems

The garden got lost in the morning sun
Trampling petals get the gun
Face the east planting the seeds
Of darkness
Now the stars have become daisies
Blinking eyes
Look inside my window
Reaching for the photograph
Of the moon hanging over there
Where I lay naked bare
Wishing that today would come
Give me some comfort
Maybe some ambition
To rise
Much confusion about the day
That is night
Cause nothing is right
Am I gone left here smoldering
With my heart exposed like the roots
In the garden that got lost in the morning sun
Face the east
Prostrate please no more guns
Cause my wound is bleeding
With america needing of everything
That means nothing in the end
Am I nobody here
When the war creeps near
Will I even care
Blank stare
Four walls
Garden crawls
And the sun hugs the moon
In fear for what we see
Eternity is the counter of time
Someone to trust in you
Is the failure the creator
Or what you we do?
When the dirt left on our shoes
Leaves bloody poems
On shelter less homes
Bloody poems
Will they mean anything at all?

A star wish trip

Slip knot finger

Trellis climber

Passion unwinder

Poetry rhymer

Dumbin it down

Rollin round the next note

Sound

Lips and skin sing

Temptations chorus

Poor us poor us

Not enough to go round

Rollin down farmers meadows

Crying wolf

Shearing sheep

Begging for something to eat

Bleeter breeder panderer of virtue

Left to rott down in the well

The rope has frayed

The bucket has a hole

Digging all the way to china lookin

For fools gold

Slip knot finger ringer

Round the rosy

Get some butter quick

Or a curved stick

There has to be some water

Somewhere

And when it rains get a hat

A nice round hat

Like the lil brown men

Tending to their rice paddies

When the kimo falls right down

Ancient halls

Paved with stepping stones

So far away from home

Where kids still are starving in china

Feeling hungry no more

Playing chopstick flutes on slippery lips

Dumbin it down

So the masses can come round

To take each other by the hand

Pick a daisie make for lazy

And wish

For another dip

A star wish trip.

Southbound train

What is there about that sound of the road,

Hiding your eyes from the bright lights

Speeding on through Tennessee, whistling that song that allows you to dream

Crashing up through the mountains one step ahead of the big rigs,

Ya almost can feel the emptiness from those truckers as they cruise on by over eighty miles an hour

This is when my mind drifts somewhere

Closing my eyes hiding from those bright lights that seep through the glass

Cruising along waiting on my getting to you

Thankful for you cause you taught me how to dream

Remembering those stars in the Georgia skies

Knowing they cant wait till I get back home,

It feels good to leave that day job, its too much like a jail

Spending these nights passing through those honky tonks

Somewhere between the highway and home

I can almost smell your sweet kisses

Mixed between the pines and the smog

All these miles I hope I can find what I am reaching for

That place in my mind

Where I live to see it all

But lately I can be found dreaming my dreams

About you

Woman you changed me

Nothing I’d rather do than be in love with you

If I had to give this life away

I would just for another moment with you

Winding ‘round through these mountains

Chasing that setting sun

Eager for the morning sun to light up the windshield

Like the story of my life

What is there in fame an’ glory when you don’t know the words to the song

Unable to sing along

Listening to that whistle in the wind

Hitting my destination trading this old truck in

For a ticket on that southbound train

Where me and my gal

We sure know how to sing along

Catching that whistle in the wind

Cause shes the only one that cares bout where I been

Cause shes the only one that cares bout where I been

And when we sip on that morning sun again

Those stars will know my travels down that gravel road

Have already been told

A million times again…

earth gives way, implosion decomposes

Skin bakes * shrivels
Underneath the tree shroud
& a smile breaks
Underneath blindfolded eyes
& a closed up mind
Dammed for a time
& its hot in the shade
The body it glows
& shimmers casting crowns
Barriers fold and bend
& they have come for you
Nothing will get in their way
& the soul, it remembers
Spent too much time in the body
& fighting for truth
Spilling agony forth
& it only gets in the way
Tries to tell you to remember
& that one day the body dies
Skins bakes * shrivels

How high
Alone
Denial seeps
Alive
Breath stalls
Dying
Organs weaken
Release
Spirit strengthens
Freedom
Skies open
Fly
Into clouds
Sleep
Perpetually calm
Below
Pain bodies
Cry
Shackled up
Blind
Bright light
Bends
Reflection shines
Folds
Sweet hallucination
Trips
Lost inside
Kaleidoscope
Eyes
Clouds weep
Sleep
Rain bullets
Pain
Pain body
Tricky
Madness unseen
Deep
Iris eyes
Sadness
Bleeds out
Talking
Into emptiness
Echoes
Tight hold
Cold
Arms wrapped
Coiled
Ready to
Spread
Crosses rise
Whips
Break skin
Thorns
Gouge thought
Nails
Drill bones
Hanging
Limp weak
Time
Too much
Time
In pain
Body.

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Pass inside my body
Am I dead or alive
Give me time
Look around
Am I hell bound
Are my organs rotting
Reeking up the place
Come kiss my putrid lips
Tell me do they stink
Swim round in my guts
Getting drunk on my bile
Tell me am I dead or alive
Give me time
Pass inside my body
& dig 6 feet down
To my feet
Stand in my shoes
(such cliché)
Do they fit
Now do you want a hit?
Spent too much time in it?
Cause inside my walls
Its chaos and wild
Cells screaming for a fix
Blood boiling for a drink
Muscles twitching in withdrawals
Causing such a wake
Where my heart shakes
And my hands tremble
Sweating on the outside
Dry as the sahara in the inside
Hey man in the desert some ‘shrrooms…
Get me some
Toss em into the gaping mouth
& lets ride
Take a pass inside my body
& lets ride
Shipping sinks
Racing rapids
Rainbow falls
Anxiety crawls away
Calm crushes the danger
Of the shaking heart
Stills the trembling hands
Now tightening the noose
Pinching flesh
Dipping down
Vein diver
Alchemist of love
Pour me out
& replace my soul
And we can find truth
In the desire
In the fire
That lasts until
Our bodies break
Waking in the summer
Heat

Skin bakes * shrivels.
Underneath the tree shroud
That consumes me
Like the Oberon snake
Come to take his message back
Come to take his bodies back
Where the crowns melt down
& the earth gives way
Falling away
No use in resisting
Let go
Fall
Let it come over you
& lets return
With the snakes
& their renewed skins
Fresh wet and glorious
While the world closes in
Fresh wet and glorious
Skin bakes * shrivels
Blows away in the wind
Lifeless and thin
No more body to win
Over the mind
Just time
More time
& the sound of the implosion
As the earth falls away
Gives way
To space
Endless skies
Majestic eyes
Wish makers
Blink.
Skin bakes * shrivels
Organically decomposes
& Snorted up the nose
……Body returned to sender
Today.

Pretty Pistol

Screams echoed down the halls

	Cocking guns echo

Spurs rattle marching underground

	Sparks take out sightseers eyes

Casting night deeper into the cave

	Where plastics disguises glow

Blue

	They glow blue reflecting off flies

Feeding on carcasses smoldering remains

	Louder the screams echo

Chants in synch get the pistol the pretty pistol

	March cause the last of the sun is in our heads

Deeper down into caverns underground

	Diamonds drip from slippery ceilings

Pooling into coagulated pools

	Pools of sanity churning into spirals

One two three fall asleep

	Hypnotized into feigned labotomies

God is a dichotomoy and hes dividing

	Riding on a great white horse

Thundering through the masses

	Sweeping heads off the madmen

With spurs that rattle

	Twisting their pretty guns breaking fingers

Breaking pretty little fingers gathering them for the altar

	That gleams in the last of the sun

Ooo its all in our heads

	Better off dead

Better off alone

	Better of in the dirt

Face down in the dirt

	Hiding from the waist down

All the signs have passed

	Science proved that evolution was a lie

And that the population above is disposable

	Unable to convert a revolution

So don’t be surpised to the discovery

	The discovery that a revolution

Has no more evolution

	Gods so sick of the pollution

Sick of the disposable revolution

	Tired of his sheep being shorned

Tired of the sky always turning black

	Tired of being the scapegoat on your crucifix

So all of you unbelievers

	Deceivers sing the last song

Cause it sure wont be long

	And night is coming along

Turning Earth into a needle hole

	So better make a wish

Cause humans are so pitiful

	Shaking with soggy hands

Marching with burdened feet

	To the tune of the death dirge beat

The death dirge beat that urges all the marching people

	Out of the cave

Out of the cave into the sun

	Where the promise of forever

Is so much better than the suffering clever

	Tongues of the damned

Of the martyrs

	Of the false prophets

Cause God is a dichotomy

	And hes dividing

Hes coming on his great white horse

	Crashing through the clouds

Snuffing out the echoes in the halls

	Crashing through the crowds

Crashing through the crowds

	Burning the stories

Of the future

	Cause heaven was made for you and me

And if your wish is to be a king

	Then it will be so

Cause you are not alone

	Not alone.