All that broken, all that beautiful Left lying on the floor of your one room apartment And ever after more, a senseless crime against the southerly divinity Burdened heart like hopeless iron hides shy as the clouded sun A quiet finale no longer true Gunpowder plots like burial mounds half full of ashen skin Asleep in this living war and the alarms are booming What power holds in absence of clarity becomes windowed amongst the stone Newly ancient, flesh to bone, blood and that which you call your own Power lines slice green arbor air and my veins seek no end Purposed elegance packaged and sold to greed soaked hands Vanity for Vanity's sake, patients in a waiting room Furniture, people, shameless sin unspoken but in need of no forgiveness Can you feel the war in you; Untouchable?