soul like fire,
eyes like ice,
he's never waiting,
that forever flowing river
who's got this notion that
god's got nothing on his mind
christ's got nothing on his lips
"no **** way im ever gonna die"
is in his every word
each breath in is one step
closer to greatness
and the glances given
are lances
piercing
someday he will cut through the starry black
and don that sacred crown
upon that sacred stage where we
the blessed in his name gather
but don't applaud quite yet
one could always
build a dam