I’d open your heart with such surgical skill
This will not do!
She’s been born anew
We are gods of the world we accept
My crown, I’m adorned,
To be queen of your pain;
Wear your skin that I’ve flain.
That red violent day, killed those in their way;
The Order crusades, hunts those who won’t pray.
You shrink from the darkness
Like a coward.
Asphyxiation by avarice,
Lost in a sea of plastic bliss.
A grim procession parades; a toll must be paid
For the soul of a victim that could not have been saved.
No Moses am I
Pan finally awakens as the buds of spring burst;
Though too late to save our sweet warrior being cursed?