The wailing of the oaken trees
The storm is in the meadow
The light of god is in our eyes
The precipice of hello
The eyes of mars are open wide
They dance a jesters mellow
With ribbons twirling in the air
The acrobats of tallow
People torn into the tide
In an ever increasing midnight
Will see the maw of open wide
Extinguished in our twilight
Fire consume the heart of me
For write I cannot stop
I feel as if I forsake this path
I forsake the god I have got
But if I’m done with words you say
What is there left to fight with
Arrows of light swords of truth
The winds of our noble god
This must be war I heard them say
It’s simple so easy to see
We have a light that needs to die
We carry it in our heart
So make a world of deafened men
And trodden women into the dirt
Because the before the now and then
You carry as a purse
You cannot spend your taxes collected
At the lords table
Your pleasures of the flesh corrected
And still you are of no worth
Stop treading water an eagle you are
So fly it is your purpose
Don’t listen to that little voice
That always says you’re worthless
For you to me are true starlight
Not tainted with the poison arrow
Just be the you you need to be
And stop listening to fake sunlight
#lmmaund
Lucy Marie Maund