A Man Of The Clock

*reworked from a previous piece, sharing the original first stanza*  
 
Light, as a feather  
Stiff, as a board  
If you bend, if you give in  
You break as locks do for hordes  
In the dark, an endless night  
Your birthfire will go keystone cold  
So if seeing is truly believing  
You might, like the blind, never know  
 
All the better to destroy you  
 
Where does the circle begin? It's awfully relative  
Follow the compass within, develop evidence  
Give up your gun and your sin, repent, but then again  
Some devils that I've met have lit the way better than reverends  
 
Yeah, who's burning, man?  
 
Nights are getting longer, shadows stronger  
Dawn is gonna break  
If heaven sends another savior  
Son, he'd better spectate  
 
And wait until the strong arm atrophies