I have stood for And witnessed Arm up with hand raised And a delicate finger hell bent Like a Pope placing compassion On an aging head While he weeps And tells his secrets To someone he should consider Only a man
Only a man
The nights have stood for it They had taken their stand With eyes of a moon A crescent In their part closure I was told they would weep as well
To beat back the bear One must wear the fortress Of outward iron maiden
A sneer and tortured intent Spiking steely eyes through triangulate of iris Sticking through it welling the blue And the belladonna Blooming through rage like primal feral crushing It glows and brightens the circle as if the whole sky were there
En masse at large The posse en route Vigilante purpose violating all compact Builds the refugee And...