Teardrops atop the pyramid
Teardrops Atop the Pyramid
Stunting and bluffing
Stunting and bluffing
Breaking my body and collecting my thoughts
The forlorn state of the Damned and Dependent
Damned be we who see beauty in the bruise on the peach
The ward of the warrior
Who’s been cut to the bone
Big Brother packs cornmeal and coffee,
and a smoke for the road
For he, the departed master
Does reflect light upon these beaten battered and hallow souls
As the epoch of the butterfly does pass
God’s relief rests beaded on the blackened shoal.
Hands Coalesce on trembling skin
For he sees distance from afar
Murmurs of a princes failures
As the zealots of Stockholm rasp insinuating whispers
Spilling truths upon the Czar
For shaken souls, thy maker’s coals, They churn
The forgone prophet descends to madness
The favored son, His tour is done, returns
And fractured things, breathe broken wings, they soar
The game is won, gods’ will be done, despair
And from our souls, we spill out all, We care