Chaos

Trust of a tongue



is like fire to flesh



and sometimes the Devil



is he who knows best.



The crow flies a crooked line



as lovers’ cries



are lost in the night.



Stay in your bed while the madman rides



and avert your gaze from his horse’s eyes.



Snakes from the mouths



of ones we daren’t doubt



bear poison as wicked as



the pact that was written in



the blood of men too weak to stand.



Heroes are villains when gods endorse sin.



It’s not the question “if” but the knowledge “when,”



when we hang the prophet but don’t know why



and like leaves of tea



we are steeped in your sin and



if your eyes are open, if you understand



then surely you will see



these lines are your enemy.






Trust of a tongue



is like fire to flesh



and sometimes the Devil



is he who knows best.



The crow flies a crooked line



as lovers’ cries



are lost in the night.



Stay in your bed while the madman rides



and avert your gaze from his horse’s eyes.



Snakes from the mouths



of ones we daren’t doubt



bear poison as wicked as



the pact that was written in



the blood of men too weak to stand.



Heroes are villains when gods endorse sin.



It’s not the question “if” but the knowledge “when,”



when we hang the prophet but don’t know why



and like leaves of tea



we are steeped in your sin and



if your eyes are open, if you understand



then surely you will see



these lines are your enemy.