Saturn Devouring His Young

Make me remembered In glory, bright for everyone Speak of me with awe The waning heart did implore As it talked of peace to the sounds of peacock feet Marching readily on to a deafening roar Guilty, bloodied hands are digging deep in broken lands For a just cause, to adobe draconian laws Words that all bring death, carried on gales of stolen breath From a chokehold to make the wary man bold Little men with inflatable guns Puffing hard to inflate their disposable sons Little men with inflatable guns Risk it all to reclaim their own place in the sun Like Saturn devouring his young To have his glory go on While weeping crocodile tears for his expendable sons Saturn devouring his young His reign carried on Floating on the blood of this expandable sons Saturn devouring his young Little men with inflatable guns Puffing hard to inflate their disposable sons Little men with inflatable guns Puffing hard to inflate their disposable sons Little men with inflatable guns Risk it all to reclaim their own place in the sun

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025