dinosaur

old dinosaurs never die
they just become extinct and fossilize

old hypocrite

the old hypocrite rejoices
in the privilege of his age
no longer must he play-act
for all the world to hear and see
he can drop the phoney mask
and just spit it out like he sees it

all that vitriol and bitter bile
that he's swallowed up for aeons
he's now free to hurl and spew
but if one cares to pay a visit
one must surely bring a wet-wipe
and a hefty paper-towel or two


more to come....

Untouchable

No mercy for the untouchable.
Everyone knows this is so.
We espouse the highest principles
for all the world to see and hear

Except for he that's least of us
who is here to serve us all
in a way that only he can do.

He was born to be the bearer of
our shame, guilt and crimes,
especially our countless sins.

He must accept the bitter bite
of our officially sanctioned lash.
It is written in the scriptures
and been so throughout time.

Forgiveness is beyond our ken,
due to what we fear might follow.

It is never about forgiveness;
that's entirely beside the point.

He must die !
Pure and simple;
as he is the chosen one.

And he shall die !
For all the world to see.

For our shame, guilt and crimes,
especially our countless sins.

Just you wait and see.

the mountain-top

it seems the most efficient way
to reach the mountain top
is through the desert wasteland
it's only there that one might learn

all water is truly holy
and all men are as one.

writing on the wall

the writing's on the wall, boy
you just can't read it yet

you think we're gonna stand on by
while you make us look so bad ?
the plan is in the works, boy
you just don't know it yet

the hammers they are pounding
as the hangman's scaffold rises
you just can't hear them yet

the writing's on the wall, boy
you just can't read it yet

My dream for you

I dare not answer you in kind.

That willow rod you wielded
succeeded in slicing through
to this heart's tender core.

I dare not answer you in kind.

I'd fulfill your dream for me
as all your sensibility commands
I dance to the tune you play

I dare not answer you in kind.

I'd fulfil my dream for you
as all my sensibility demands
retribution for your crimes.

I dare not answer you in kind.

by dying at your hands

i have come to love you
by dying at your hands
i couldn't have forgiven you
had you not murdered me.

i would have never seen
beyond my bitter blinded eyes
had you just left me there to die

but you were there when i awoke
as from a dream of cold-white terror

you were there in that dark doorway
to let me know we'd e'er be bound
by a contract sealed in buried dread
only undone through my surrender

by god's grace
i could never answer you in kind
though many times i wished it so

i have come to love you
by dying at your hands
and though you murdered me in rage

i forgive you

and so commit you
to your everlasting rest