Sacred souls divided by a kingdom left in heaven's wake,
Too easily confused by all these rules that seem to bend and break,
Shifting eagerly towards destitution, foraging what's left to take
Leave it all behind or fight for everything that's left at stake

I must forget to love you and toss aside the thought,
Of pressures lining up and brimming timbres leaving me so taut,
You can't be a giant if all the dwarves are standing tall,
Upon the shoulders, figureless, of despots waiting for your fall...

A slightly off center rearranging of the walls
Nick your hourglass just a little and it falls
Some complicated stranger says we're gonna have a ball,
But the clock is unmoving and we're waiting for the phone call

Sip another drip of tonic spiked to oblivion,
Counting little numbers in your head to one million,
Think of all the promises you've made, one billion,
How many of them have you really kept?
Not a single one

Take the last dose and get high on enigma,
Feel the rushed glances of disdain and stigma,
Roughly beating at the bone,
Calculate and then condone,
Simulating frequent tones,
Pulsing quick like metronome,
Now signing off in monotone,
Sigma

Hello again,
How are you, friend?
Now, take this knife,
And end my life,
Jam it in my throat,
Twist it just a tiny touch,
To lift away my final note,
Sail beyond on boats you borrow,
Waste the seas with wailing shrieks,
And do it all again tomorrow!

Pointing with your finger,
Pull the trigger,
You're a hypocrite

Peeking at your eyes,
Spelling lies,
You're so full of ****

Watch you stagger,
Under banner,
Flagging sirens in the distance

Face your angle,
Hear them mangle,
Sonnets like the scripture

Compel this silly dance away,
Maybe we will simply stay,
Or march towards another day,
And find ourselves along the way

I've never been so careless as to say,
What I'm really thinking,
I've never been the one to kneel and pray,
When the ship is sinking

Doped up on a vision of a castle sitting high,
Leaving me to wonder what it means to be alive,
Releasing and revising a disparity of minds,
So profound it sits in juxtapose to something less divine

Coming down for a moment just to catch up on the latest,
Finding cities rolling bodies to their graves with a wait list,
Consumed by all the pressure like a masochistic sadist,
Struck down by a king who never claimed to be the greatest...

This society knows your name,
Bits and syllables, all the same
The sound is coarse but sweet, of course
So convince us of your fame

Bang the silver rivet fair,
Spike the spigot through the air
Catch a dream and set the theme,
To ****** their rosy, rolling glare

You can be a memory,
Advance to take the cavalry,
For turnabouts and troubled doubts,
This rest cannot be shaken,
By a burning moment's fantasy

Feeble minds,
Think feeble things,
Feeble brides,
Wear feeble rings,
When sleeping next to Wexford wakes you,
What will your devotion bring?

The bull has come to terms with death,
So He sings a solemn cry,
His body slips beneath the waves,
So long and goodbye

The crane has urged again His needs,
Among them dreams to fly,
Never will His wings reach,
So long and goodbye

The frog is deep in meditation,
Feeding off the world's frustration,
He finds himself a wicked lie,
And belts it out to all Creation

They beg the sage,
"Oh, sage, give breath!"
He utters soft yet fast they run,
A simple phrase,
With simple fun,
"Seek a man of sound decision?
Find him first with perfect vision..."