plague slop flows
along the curb
chamber *** disgrace

looking down
at blue hands
fingers interlaced

begging prayer
hopeless words
escaping frailty's lips

aching bones
crushing head
****** pressure slips

deadened ears
blackened heart
lungs full of foul air

feel the chill
damp and still
glazed and vacant stare

dreadful round
of recurrence
weary of the pain

when it ends
it begins
all over once again

while we wait for the world to end
she has helped another begin
as we look to the sky for signs
she sees only the stars in our eyes

nazareth walks in every heart
pilate is poised in every mind

we forgot who we are long ago
leaving all else out in the cold
how deep the roots have ingrown
but we know we must own that we're known

the frightful night is ending
the dead fall back to sleep
their twisted faces holding
all the secrets that i keep

the dawning hour is near
the quickened feel its call
with brilliant minds unfolding
and deciphering the scrawl

of all the the fools gone past
that warned us of the terrors
that lurk beneath the surface
turning dreams into nightmares

for now i watch the clouds
the clouds of my demise
the things that i hate most
are my own honest lies

it's time to drop the curtain
on this round of suffering
it's time to open inward
and praise the holy queen

as she regains the throne
the empty throne of peace
and begins to bury hatred
inviting all into the feast

how long she'll reign is known
by sand and hour-shaped glass
and when the clock strikes nothing
you'll know she was typecast

the court is ever filled
with coyotes and dark clowns
the truer truth abandoned
and hidden from the hounds

the dreadful night is falling
the dead begin to wake
their twisting faces turning
toward our new heartache

she never forgets
and never forgives
the flick of her eye will destroy
the lump of coal heart
that combusts in her soul
is fanned by the unresting wind

she flies to me swiftly
on a cold thought
no concern or remorse in her wake
the gods cannot hear
and will never accept
the unerring advice that she gives

she is borne on the breeze
and never looks back
truth's sword falls broken behind
her will and desire
ride blossoming wheels
that burn in the sky of my mind

the hole in her heart
will never be filled
and if it was it would implode again
a goddess like she
can never find peace
such is the way of the wind

let princes of peace
and warring warriors
hear her name and never forget
their unholy birth
or their place in heaven
while the moon grinds the stars to fine dust