Untouched by any hand, Mayhap unearthed
Your mask, Or have ye not remembered it
The great protector, Lies are our facade
‘Twas taken long ago, Do tell us now
Yes, Surely something quite another grand
A Savior do ye say, Of Him do tell
The minutes passed, All while we waited long
What seemed a child, For now he stood a man
He spoke of crosses did he now, We stirred
Emotion drove his words, as daggers home
Our hearts, immersed in flame, What light he shewn
Of which was never seen before, ‘Twas now
And men were fluted, culled from pasts, Be sure
What race doth children follow, Paths unstirred
A man becomes the sums of parts, ‘Tis true
But folds, Their ebb and flow do change like tides
And famous, Such peculiar dressing robes
That men of faith, They ought not wear at all
Their homes yes, Should their children know them well
Before a man, however, Silence reign
A work of hands be hard, And worthy gain
Be wary though, Of lies--green stares of men
Take solace, Shed all doubt, and laugh, Yes long
For days become much shorter, Sunrise wanes
And roses wither, Winter steals their vine
But you, What written songs behind your drum
Or will you leave a record--tale of Kings
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