Dust, Venom & Pride
I speak through dust with ink and satin stains.
Of legends past, of sins and death,
and ghosts that still remain.
I clutch at truth, restless with unease
Tear out my eyes, to see through the lies
That ripple with disease.
A shadow falls on fingers chained to pen
How can I cry? I’ve merely tried
to let the past seep in.
But who can judge and who can claim the prize?
Their bones are dust, there is no trust,
there’s only greed inside.
A war of words is played with velvet hands
Can good prevail where evil dwells
within the common man?
A snake may bite, its venom kills with ease.
But what’s dead inside is your soul not pride
though you do as you please.
So humble child before you cast a stone
Look past yourself, does it really help,
and know you’re not alone.
A naked babe, with eyes never to see
Is judged by pride, is killed inside
and ripped out through her knees.
Before you strike with venom on your tongue
Look past the games, and the twisted blame
and make sure you’re not wrong.
Gossip spreads faster than disease
It lays man low, with no proof to show
And destroys his life with ease.
Now though we rise to meet the coming foe.
We are the same, it’s such a shame,
to act like we don’t know.
This tide will fall and sweep the flames away
So where will you stand? With a gun in hand
or with nothing to say?