The Jazz specialist
A rhymer of great languish
A great polished soul

Lord bless my cathedral of scars
A mansion filled with kings and cards
My body as the castle of sand
The trident in the sea reigns hand
Lord bless my manor of bones
My apocalyptic jukebox of bones
And let the fear of man be sharp as spears
And the flesh of Shakespeare reappear

A finger like a hammer to a nail
A frame that can shake tectonic plates
Reflecting Samson swinging the jaw
A reverenced and passionate worker
An unthawed man with claws
Image of a carved statue made of barbasol
A tall glimpse of the Nephilim playing ball
A man never forgot because he’s always involved

An abstract prophet
Words are like some angel wings
Unpolluted mind

A dove cries, the love of it is purified
The stillness of the art exemplifies the beauty
Evaporated purple essences into the sky
A controversial line, a symbol for a lion
A powerful musical analyst and tyrant
Folklore of a time, callous to the minds
An astute pundit of an author of a ballad
A light that shines bright on our eyelids
Profound with the sounds of guitars and vocals
The laying of which is caroused into my soul
End credits, I here you praying at the end of the world
Adore you, adore the music that implores you
The pouring of instruments into the cords of your fortress
A parade of lyricism, a masquerade free if blemish
Uniquely paved into the trail of ravens
That hum Purple Rain as the wind caves in