• When the haunted disappear amongst the frock of the gypsy
    And a blade emerges from her knit
    You'll hear the lavender screams of a million children before me
    And be found lacking in soldier's wit

    Eternally showing a callous smile beyond the pale crowd
    But even jesters must cry
    For each divination of permeating anger to be allowed
    No benefit of reason why

    The viper snaps at the flower petal within paradise mist
    Injecting poison within
    To consume an imaginary repulsing illusion cyst
    Let birth's end begin

    Salting the earth with sensual calligraphy carved in flesh
    Penetrating the folds
    Deep hardened thrusting derision poured out in mesh
    Pressing the molds

    Could have returned to dust, but that traces the air
    Stabbing the womb
    Pagan symbols misplaced without blistering stare
    Building their tomb

    The child sits in the mother's loving hands
    Sheltering this tiny soul
    Giving into all of life's caustic wrung demands
    But choking on the coal

    This embrace won't shelter from her stolen tears
    Hypnotize to ignore this pain
    As each drip crashes against their mutual fears
    A crushed existence all that remains

    And now comes turn for father to strike at the flower
    Cut it without care
    Residing safely within the King's ivory laden tower
    No more is he there

    The flower jabs into his shin utilizing thorns of ice
    This aborted trilogy
    beget from the bowels of crimson stranger's avarice
    Predestined eulogy

    The corpse is lost beyond golden gates line with rust
    A bloated hope smashed
    Stained with copycat sin being punished for lust
    The visage falls fast

    And now comes time for baby to hold the mother
    In his hands, she withers away
    This dying love is comparable to no other
    Fading out forever into the gray