Altruism.
Altruistic society.
Tapes relayed my depravity.
Handsome young man put your teeth to the floor.
Dread not, tred lightly you’re a king at the core.
Shutter in silence the dark rooms are bare.
“Fear not” in a whisper sends chills up the stairs.
Breathe O so deeply you rugged old man.
Life passed you by while you built it in sand.
No man should wander the way that you do.
Safety is waiting for you and a few.
Cringing and moaning the needle stays still.
It drips down cathedrals you built in your will.
Death is a’knocking with nowhere to turn.
Your prison held nicely with harsh winters burn.
Your teeth they are cutting and cunning like new.
The walls they climb out only darken the view.
The rock it holds steady, the sand dissipates.
The castle you built hasn’t stood in some days.
Violently pacing about in your cell.
Drowning to death you’ve been called on by hell.
No ear should hear this erroneous deed.
You dealt with the things that you knew would mislead.
A father to none yet a bastard to some.
Sense peers for victory but waits for the sun.
The son did shine brightly through cell bars you see.
The Jesus you painted that came to set free.
A cross that he carried you once urged to mock.
The wolf that you were once did follow the flock.
That stinging sensation you feel through your days.
Married to ignorance that made you this slave.
So wither here safely behind heavy walls.
Look close and you’ll find you’re no different than Saul.
