As a songwriter, I sometimes have thoughts or ideas that wouldn't particularly make a good song. This is the outlet for that stuff...

Monday, July 27, 2015

Gravity


Patient as rust

And

As hungry

Colubrine forces constrict and

Define

These cages

This home

We show it no fealty

This

Bender of light

Space

Time

And its countless children

Idols

From the dawn of our exile

We worship the sons

But it is the

Father

That causes us to

Prostrate