soul to heel...

thy will be done
the devil will come
fear not your lot
he comes for one
i cast a shadow
along a creek
seeking shelter
my body grew weak
so on a damp mound
i found my sleep

an old breath falls…
and alone i weep

thy will be comes
the devil undone
he played nic nac
on a soul marked black

...four on my back
a monkey weaves fire
and a kettle of flames
consumed in desire
burned upon Time
...for I spoke his name
in an endless rhyme
”...my will be done…”
thy ‘king’... never came.

No comments: