Don't Bow Your Head

The thankless constant; repeating recoil Toil - a striving for something I do not recall Sickle, knife, the twisting scythe; A Damacletian sword Embittered, entombed, a womb-prison to which we're lured Roll the dice, entice a slice of another sun's warmth Discern or spurn the whiskey burn to wait out the storm Turn and learn it's expiration is but a dream Deem "this too shall pass" but it's exactly what it seems. Don't bow your head - Watch where you tread Isaiah, a pyre that burned so bright Fight or flight a site to set the soul alight But the prophet's screaming for the sake of the stake Quaking, querulous queen Quartered quiescence of the altar obscene Pick a target, hold the line - assign a memorable rhyme Reload, repeat, resign, retarget, keep the steady decline. Falter, don't fall - fighting to lose every single day, We say we dreamt it better but we are the ones that we betray No life - no love - all dreams deny I didn't want them anyway Paint me Demon but paint me well So I may revel in my hell. Don't bow your head - Watch where you tread. Watch where you tread - 'Cause we're all dead! Let it fall and let it rot These are the lands that time forgot Exist, persist, forever dwell In the putrid walls of your mortal shell.