The Barbed Wire And The Glass

Is this where where eden has become?
A spoken word a curse a thought a crime?
I see mine own flesh cleaved from my bone
and all the while an empty throne
where once a ruler sat
the donkeys braying and rats grown fat
my sinews drawn into my noose
and from my skeleton an axe
how long upon my head will sit these fleas
that usury requires my oath to make me slave
and still say please
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Feb 7, 2011