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The Sentence
03:55
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Ere I say oaths upon the bible
Here I go over the falls
There’s so little chance of my survival
Line me up against the wall
Cause when you die in the dream, you die in real life
And there is no fight
There’s nothing left to lose at all
There was never any hope of winning
And I am only made of straw
You’ve had it out for me since the beginning
You pick at me with beaks and claws
And you can call me a coward, and you would be right
But have pity on
My whole pitiful draw
Oh, my brother, we are flensed and filleted
And with the clear head
Of the newly dead
I will waste away, and I wish I could say
Before it’s over you will know my name
But we are weightless
And just as helpless
Hummingbirds adrift in the gale
Your honor I am guilty, I am guilty
And though I owe you not a dime
I will repay the debt I owe society
Imprimatur and pantomime
But if it’s three in the clink, or twenty five to life
I will make right
As soon as I have done my time
And when you die in the dream, you die in real life
And there is no fight
There’s nothing left to lose at all
There is no fight
There’s nothing left to lose at all
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I saw the curs in their lines
Counting the debt in their minds
It lurks and divides
Like a shallow weir binds
Drives them in turns to the rat’s nest
Beings of impossible light
Brighter than coals in the fire
They shrivel and die
And return to the sky
Covering red eyes with a fine mist
I ran like hell with my pride
Boxed in by flames on all sides
And fell through the night
Like a meteorite
Fell through the world into Erebus
I crawl in my shelter to die
Calm as the fire is high
The poppies all white
In the sweltering tide
Floating, bright pearls of the endless
Our shrine is an empty
Golden palace of mirrors
In the panes we can see ourselves
Finally free from doubt
Not as miscreations
Helpless victims or heroes
Our bones in the charnel house
Relics on our own terms
Revealed in the raging burn
I crawl in my shelter to die
Calm as the fire is high
The poppies all white
In the sweltering tide
Floating, bright pearls of the endless
Those beings of impossible light
Brighter than coals in the fire
They shrivel and die
And return to the sky
Covering red eyes with a fine mist
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Lights out, tucked in
The soft sweaty bread in my bloodstream
Is giving me fever dreams
The shithead warden
Night’s sallow, glowering ghoulie
Is sleeping beside his keys
And if I broke out
With some monstrous strength from within me
I’d have such a perfect scheme
I’d take my hands and
I’d wrap them around his neck tightly
And then he would cease to breathe
Consternation wells within me
Pulls me from the thought
Terror of the dynasty
That men like him have wrought
And they upon their laurels rest
And teach the world to hide
The inmate is a bogeyman
The convict is a lie
The days are honey
Drizzling in cold watery coffee
O, such a loathsome speed
The feckless warden
Egging the sick and the hungry
Playing with human needs
But we are raging
Beneath this veneer we are strong
We have a silent creed
They’ve been waging
A war against us for so long
It’s time to make them bleed
Consternation wells within me
Pulls me from the thought
Terror of the dynasty
That men like him have wrought
And they upon their laurels rest
And teach the world to hide
The inmate is a bogeyman
The convict is a lie
Meet this violence
With soul-sucking, inhuman silence
Until you no longer see
The hands of wealthy
Racist, unconscionable tyrants
The ones who control the strings
But I know one day
The eyes of the people will open
And we will wake from the dream
But if there’s some way
To bring justice to the night warden
Well, that would be just as sweet
Constellations form above me
Flowers in my bunk
Everything is a colossus
Everything has shrunk
And though this sleep will carry me
To freedom for the night
The warden will reveal again
The wicked in the light
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Hanako dreams in the cherry grove
Bed of leaves where the gnarled roots grow
And breath is steam and eyes are closed
Eyes are closed tight
Hands of green invade the space
Through the weave of your loose, white lace
A reckless scheme, a sacred place
Nakedness, bright
Damn your father, break your word
Loosen the sash, destroy the world
Damn your sorrow, damn the sword
Loose in passion’s void, a pearl
Olivine leaps across your skin
Warm, sweet streaks where her hands went in
A neck, a cheek, an ear, a chin
Sin and sin and sin
In the clearing down the road
Odious, leering men of bone
A father’s head, a brother’s stone
Pitted and overgrown
Damn your father, break your word
Loosen the sash, destroy the world
Drown your sorrow, unwound cord
Plume of ash, the soil, the girl
She cuts, you bleed and bear the seed
Of holly growing from your side
Holly growing from your side
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