Nails and Crosses

I recall the day when my father said get back here to the count of ten,

counted faster for him, told him to come and get me then.

I know there were consequences and pain from the act,

Despite the crashes after, it broke that old broken pact.

 

 

You’re waiting on me, my friend,

Well, I’ve been waiting too.

For you to see the only way the stalemate ends,

To use the claw end of her hammer, it’s due.

Pull the nails out of your cross, nail her to yours,

Control, scream and let her know, show her what she adores.

 

 

Maybe if you followed what I am stating,

It’s me you’d end up just plain hating.

Because there is danger at the bottom, cold as ice,

For gods to move on, we need a sacrifice.

 

I am calm here, in the crater of the ordinance thrown,

To me, it’s not the acts you do but the acts you own.

Don’t you see how far her thirst grasp extends,

Keeping you in the tower, bashing dead your trends.

 

 

Can’t you see that is the broken bottle,

That cuts that beautiful mind.

Can’t you hear it’s her words and screaming,

That rips apart this fantasy world of which you keep dreaming.

 

 

You’re waiting on me, my friend,

Well, I’ve been waiting too.

For you to see the only way the stalemate ends,

To use the claw end of her hammer, it’s due.

Pull the nails out of your cross, nail her to yours,

Control, scream and let go, show her what she adores.

 

 

Maybe I’m still crazy, maybe I am out of order,

Still running for my own gate, running from the border.

Hanging on those nails I know can feel so rusty and sharp,

Get out from under, show your broken beauty under the tarps.

 

 

You’re waiting on me, my friend,

Well, I’ve been waiting too.

For you to see the only way the stalemate ends,

To use the claw end of her hammer, it’s due.

Pull the nails out of your cross, nail her to yours,

Control, we all have teeth, show her what she adores.

Thomas Spychalski 

 

 

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