Arsonist's Prayer / Ready To Leave, Ready To Live
The horror that we may not live We may not live To see the walls fall from between us Between us and the world for which these songs cry out That the desire which still lives to contest A mark of shame upon certain foreheads Will remain an offering unto the dead: Illegible, irrelevant And we will be shaped into priestly statues In poses of defiance before our own masters To softly, safely sing the praises of a disarmed war A lukewarm love So let's we fall out of lust for life Let us risk all we have to risk For only a fool only a fool would cling To this world as it is If I could strike one blow to spite their force Though I might bear one hundred more I would wear the welts like rubies And the shackles for a crown And if I had one hundred hearts I would throw them All before their bullets before I'd sell a single one To wield their power So lest we fall out of love with life Let us give all we have to give For only, a fool would cling to this world: Autumn the leaves fell Then the trees Became Fences and factories Now winter is coming Let's put the heat on ...But no fire or ice, their absences suffice The nights now will be long and cold With a silence like you've never known And you'll shake in it cry out at it But it will wrap you in its spider's thread Perhaps you'll stare into that blankness Until it peers back into you And both of you see nothing And it will wrap you in its spider's thread: That blessed are the wombs that are barren Blessed are the branches that bear no fruit Blessed are the rivers run dry For we have come to the end of the world To die So die Die and become perish Let go and be done with all the tangled threads That keep you tied to husks of false hopes, fossilized If these years still wait for those Who will be more merciless than history Tto burn the chaff and make an end To make the fields fertile once again Then break Break the skin Open Open, and reach in And draw the nerves out taught to play a song Upon those tight strings Such as this world has never heard Let it be dirge, hymn, or dance, vomit or tears Absolving snowfall or acid rain Summer that sets fire to the harvest Or ice age that, thawing Blossoms crimson pain pleasure or death Splendour or rust Flash flood or drought that turns jungles to crust Those tender caresses for which the skin aches Or tear gas to breathe and plate glass to break The uproar of riot, the hush of nightfall Or sirens announcing the doom of us all The triumph of failures who fought at all costs Or despair of derelict dreamers who lost Silence and space Hungers to be momentary eternities The furrows of ash left by passion and wrath The faithless fixed stars over our wandering paths As the moon moves the sea we could move these mountains As comets drop to earth, so might empires end As old suns explode rather than fall to dust Let us steal fire and pay with our lives if we must For if all this world is God's And man a mere plaything of laws and things Then why not raze it all And in destroying at least set sail on borrowed wing? Anything other than what we have known Strike the match, take a breath now: the hour has come To dance the resistance, teach tied tongues to sing: This is the end of the calendar, the Last Loosening! Around and inside you The violence you fear for or against it, it's already here It forged the cord that bound you to the ground it built these walls Let's Burn Them Down
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
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