Wickedness drawn from my mouth like poison pulled from a wound
Leave the body to rot
You've escaped your time again
Continuing to flow like wasted water down a kitchen sink
Control that which runs so freely

But why
What be the point of control for the soul made to show joy
Made to show light and laughter and love
Be it not your idea
But be it that which creates ideas

Share, share, and share again
Show humanity your truths and hold tight to your mantle

Wear the thorned crown of the Prince
Call upon the Lady of the Land
Rip open all that ever was and will be
Show the sheep how to shave their wool