Method
makes the madness
Decision
sheds it’s light
When we
cast together
In freedom
or in flight
My tongue
it withers wicked
My soul,
my truth to bear
Will be
the soul of sadness
And kill
without the care
Where the
field is brazen
With
warriors intent to harm
I have
lived that burden
And I have
loosed my charm
But when
you sight me blindly
And all
else is too extreme
My course
is up the river
And
my thought too coarse to scream
