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