An unblemished core resonates in right quarters
even thus un-robed Cleopatra's Needle is still a worthy edifice
call not the stigmata a bleeding wound but a penance in glory
of a blameless man that blessed with truths the world disavowed

The honor of oneness is never bestowed on heathens
love is in the heart of the circumspect lovers when lust they mean
to hide in fear and gladden the niggling voids of the lost minds
where words trip off tongues to dress carcasses in white charades

The sordid debts of your ancestors remains unpaid
in front gardens with redbrick walls the bearded call to towers high
your birth fabrics in tatters while your veins flows contaminated
your children and you dance in salt marshes zen ten nooses awaits

Bloated on ignorance and with asinine bravado
the condemned facing the hangman trills, meet me at six for a pint
I have a date with destiny but it can wait, what do you say
One would say, you think I have problems, wait till you see yours