Call me mad
inside dead
hardly guessed
treasurers vest
upon the chest
at it's best
in the calculus of peace
I & God
will come to thee,
break you free
you now retire
from the Conservative wire
upon the glance
should be admire
flashes of your skin
will last longer than your kin
it comes from within
Enlighten the soul
break down the wall
drenched greed fall
There's plenty of room
Inside almighty hall
perform as you do
Out here one doesn't prove
To be or not to be,
Aroused emotions
makes you feel
like an old wooden wheel
you are tired, must not kneel
uncover your peel
destined with flame
All are ashamed
Must respect the disdain
For God by your side
All are blind, with
eyes open wide.