BETTER FROM MARS

History repeats itself with the venom Of the blackest widow malice in tow Dragging it’s prey before murder and yet A spider-less garden is death to us also When the light severs clouds at the dawning of daybreak Creatures move frantically out of harm’s fire Light is to truth as darkness is to hatred Fear is the flower that bees never kiss I long for the day that I know never comes For as long as my right eye can see down this road It stings hard and abruptly this pain of no hope For the future of green in a garden of grey Oh God, in your infinite wisdom and discipline Give me the strength to hold fear in my hands And shake hands with the saints undercover as strangers Who bring skim milk and honey from neighboring lands The whips crack in tandem and hit me with knowledge So deep and so bruising my blood is confused Not knowing whose body from whence it is flowing And in this it resembles the rivers of the world So lonely are we in this tunnel of progress Awaiting volcanoes and quaking of air Against earth, against emptiness so hard to swallow Refusing to recognize all of its worth And space is the promise and poison of everything And fear is the excuse for freedom’s false taste As we sink perfect teeth into apples of senselessness Feeding on shiny red circles of hate Oh God, in your infinite wisdom and discipline Give me the strength to hold fear in my hands And shake hands with the saints undercover as strangers Who bring skim milk and honey from neighboring lands I live for that moment of pleasure-less happiness Where for once serpents go hungry and starve At peace though and drunk in the prize of the promise Future daybreaks will taste better from mars Oh God, in your infinite wisdom and discipline Give me the strength to hold fear in my hands And shake hands with the saints undercover as strangers Who bring skim milk and honey from neighboring lands In my hands And shake hands with the saints undercover as strangers Who bring skim milk and honey from neighboring lands