God(b)less

Precious life
Restless strife
The right in what is wrong

Resentful days
Repentful ways
The knife cuts into song

To break a chord
To take accord
Recording what may last

Before too long
Chord of the song
Rings out from the past

Here is where we shall dance-
Raising glass of stale bourbon
For fear of what may pass-
The die is cast in my burden

Shadow cast of vermin
Hourglass of woman
Serpent dance in sermon
The right cuts into wrong

Justice slithers on it's scales
What shall may not prevail
Just us withering in our Hell
Rings out, knuckled til the bell alarms

Holding only thoughts within my arms
Divinity crucified in song