Heir Apparent

Slow days

Slow words

Slow lies

Slow ends



So many years to clean the slate

Endless despair within its wake

His touch soiling what used to be clean

His gaze burning on the edge of our dreams

No more



Slow pains

Slow deaths



And again he rides in, it's September and he covets the gullible

Skeletal wish - hunter

A thousand lies, cast from the throne of secrecy



Hear him spewing forth a meaning to miserable lies

See the twisted hand of doubt seal the affair

The insect trust - believer

Your body a vehicle to house his disease



Pearls before swine they are nothing but blind

Submit to nothing and swallow my spit of scorn

Invisible king - dying

Procession of woe, struck down by sorrow



A burden so great weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs

The swift solution crumbles beneath the mock notes of a masterpiece

Death in his eyes - waiting

Spiraling judgment, provoked in a rise



This futile test drowned in the levee of deception



In the year of his sovereign

Rid us of your judgment

Heir apparent