Xoma (1/2)

Patient Xoma lied to everyone through me

An insatiable priest guides the sprint

Still an addict yet sober

Make these lesions I’m forced to love disappear

Rolled in judging white silk to sulk and sing

Cloaking their anchor among the cattails

The heretics road told born a rotted stump

Violently march our drunk militia

Starving and writhing in unity

Cover and blind Xoma with snow

Scraping the shelter from sin

Things look brighter before they catch fire

This is the way I have to live

All too slow I’ve grown

Preserving recorded screens

Reserve suffocation for your man in clay

Xoma’s delusions will plea 

With tongues to build a legion it gathers all we need

To start planting our roots

And sprout endless hell