Mind yerself, man of war.
Tis’ bronze and gaudy, them peepers yonder
gainst’ this golden sugar land.
We ain’t safe - nor the stars.
Cause’ we don't explode nor alight no moons
and feed the darkness our’s-
Quit yer mock, man of war.
Yer caint’ listen when yer deafen by pride
and a fat tongued like muzzle
for the best. Best of worst.
Listen well, hitherto and never more:
Feel the white ghosted night burst,
Into flames, with the flames.
Your dearest flames. Gazed upon dawn upon
archs among the darken days.
And those days, I tell ye,
Are comin’ west and east and south and north-
unequiped of arsenals.
I’ve eyed it, and I’ve bled.
It oughta’ have something in between em’?
Face me eyes then, tell me I
Own two moons, two black stars.
Which of this is half of half the other?
It breaks in two. Into fate.
Drop it boy, this no war.
It’s yer rush of blood to the naked heart.
Don’t go fright now- don’t implore.
Look at me, man of war.
Black is black; white is white; there is no gray.
There is no mercy.