Death bares its gnarly fangs
Like a wolf lunging for the throat.
The blood of the innocent drowns us all
As it pools gratuitously at our feet.
We take it as our sacrament
In the incessant worship of ourselves.
Like lobsters caught in a narrow trap
We pull each other ever down.
Sages, scholars and priests sew shut their mouths
Their thoughts too holy to speak.
......
Death bares its gnarly fangs
Like a wolf lunging for the throat.
The blood of the innocent drowns us all
As it pools gratuitously at our feet.
We take it as our sacrament
In the incessant worship of ourselves.
Like lobsters caught in a narrow trap
We pull each other ever down.
Sages, scholars and priests sew shut their mouths
Their thoughts too holy to speak.
......