oh i know it's more that i'm after
than stories of you,
you'd make a great statue in laughter
set in morning dew.

slowly i quiver at your gate
to all these men you're the master.
sermons carry the weight,
in your novel
you're the enchanter.

see all the blood
that's run for you,
is that what you want?
rivers cover desert sand,
red runs down the rock
is it what you want?
is it what you want?
isn't it?

they stand at the start of your ladder
looking up to you
to spin your words into daggers
without that you knew.

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