Clockwork Mesiah
Hands entwined - bereft of hope
cloudy socket stare
Crismson fingers at nothing grope
from skin - so fair
Gear and oil flesh and bone,
rusted crown of thorn
Pitted steel a makeshift throne
the hollow priest is borne.
Illicit memory
a crooked joshua tree
may hang this king to be.
With none to bid him well
Elysium now hell
as ode to He who fell
Painted in the color of the blind
the unassailable chasm of trust.
Will always loose and never find
the faerie creator pixie dust.
Comes the golem of gears that grind
a marionette of Gnostic rust.
Holding back the ties that bind
with toxic preternatural lust.
Justice blind - speak mind to mind
as seer for salvation.
For what we made we soon will find
will lead us to damnation.