Cogs In the Wheel

You find in the slime of indecency The rotted hollow of an empty skull - A mindless mind allows redundancy Repeated repetitions till it's full. Cogs in a wheel turning round on a run, As sparrows share their madrigals at dawn. The tulips muse about the idol, Sun, Iconoclastic papal paragon. Once baptised in the bounty of my birth, Religion's regal razor ripped and flayed; When double mothers claimed one child of earth The mighty sword of Solomon was raised. A wisp of willow in the wind will bend As will the will of wiser men who found The sterner tree is broken in the end To join the lowly loam below the ground.