Cold days
Old ways
Told lies
No more
So many years to clean the slate
Endless despair within its wake
His touch soiling what used to be clean
His gaze burning on the edge of our dreams
Cold days
Cold days
And again he rides in
It’s September and he covets the gullible
Skeletal wish
Hunter
A thousand lies cast from the throne of secrecy
Hear him spewing forth a meaning to miserables lies
See the twisted hand of doubt seal the affair
The insect trust
Believer
our body a vehicle to him just the same
Pearls before swine they are nothing but blind
Submit to nothing and swallow my spit of scorn
Invisible king
Dying
Procession of woe struck down by sorrow
A burden so great weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs
The swift solution crumbles beneath the mock notes of a masterpiece
Death in his eyes
Waiting
Spiralling judgement provoked in the rains
Futile test drowned in the levee of deception
His futile test drowned in the levee of deception
In the year of his sovereign
Rid us of your judgement
Heir apparent