FURY

 
you know how simply boys are led
just grab their cocks and off you go
they do not care what words you said
when by their blood-filled ropes you tow  
 
you can lead us until we're dead
thinking that you still love us so
empty of every drop you've bled
but there are things you do not know
 
when blood returns and fills our head
after your false controlling blow
you, sleeping evil in our bed
we add accounts in afterglow
 
and there you move from black to red
for men count every wound also
and every hope on which you've tread
a reckoning that brings you low
 
you'll wake to find that man has fled
for boy's betrayals let men grow
so, Fury, bring your greatest dread
that you may choke on its sorrow