When they started this she said, don’t touch my face
Crying glass tears with all her grace
And they tore and they tore and they tore and they tore
Leaving gashes and craters and lakes like mirrors
She was horse backed, head high and strident
She was kneeling, fingers pushed deep into the earth
And as she grasped and pulled it bent to her will
This is a cut deeper than we can go
This is a bruise so black that we cannot know
This is a break so we can take flight
This is too heavy for all our might
This is a beat, this is a retreat
On our hands and knees
This is us crushed into dust
This is not a want but a must
This is us cast into our folds
This is us when we’ve lost our hold
Sing from my eyes right down to my feet
Sing to my hair once black now white
A half opened box, strike a match
I’ll burn your stride and catch your might
You’re a cold wind
You’re guilty sin
You’re a half life
You’re a tired love
You’re a frozen smile
You’re a sewer of bile
There were four of them last time I looked and
It was at the core of them that it shook
Hold down this beast
As I slit its neck
As I caress its head
And I put it to rest
You’re a cold sweat
You’re an iron fist
You’re a battered hand
You’re a hard edge
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