Sleep Now With My Indomitable Fire
With all my frosty fires I rise up--
To the risen rage that fills the skies within my eyes
Where is the cage that looks to lock me up--
Its bars no match for the laughter of my boot
Show me your wretched chains, like rusted amulets--
I plan to use them as filament, only to clean my smoking pipe
Unload your wishful trove of tactics on me--
For I promise the soil that my heels will never turn
And when you fail amongst the body I expect you'll turn to your words--
Like hooks in the slaughter, you'll try and flip me up with your venomous tongues
Preposterous protection I say--
I drink the blood of cowards, your spoken hate tastes of mercy!
Take your razor words and swallow them whole--
Along with the spoon and the bowl
Conceal my fruits and I shall rage against your secrets--
For there is nothing within me that was born asleep
Do not tempt those willing to set fire to the mountain tops--
For they climb holding tight destiny's fortitude, ready to burn with the spear;
March 21, 2016
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