To Set My Soul on Fire

To Set My Soul on Fire                                September 29, 2013

I can fix the leak of your burdensome tort

By absconding hitherforth to absentia,

But if I go, it will surely show

That your ghost shall feed upon my bones!

O' Drill Sargent! You doth protest too much,

Tho' I know I am not a perfect man,

But I seem to be but a derelict en vogue,

The poison and bane to your soul!

You should set my spirit free, si vous plait,

And I will gladly pack my satchel and go!

You don't even have to pack me a lunch

Nor walk me to the front door!

My best guess is that you shall say,

"Let not the door hit you on your way!"

If you possessed a flame torch now,

I'll not be your sacred cow,

You'd set my soul on fire!

So many years and sundry more flames

Hath burnt our edges blackened,

And the Peacekeeper hath always doused the blaze

But it is time for him to retire.

The time hath come when we must part,

It must be time for my Exodus!

Never fear! I should declare, too,

That you shall never know me more

Past the day I marched to the bugle's blare,

A soul, nevermore of you to fear!

Do not worry, though, your precious son

Hath awakened to his reality now!

A ripe old age of thirty-two and a few,

And seasoned veteran of you, anyhow!

Never shall I forget the times so copious,

You reminded me of my deliverance 

From your womb to my earthly life,

But I defy your logic when you say I failed;

Your failure of a son shall abscond now!

Let freedom ring, Lord! Let freedom ring! 

Independence shall be achieved!

I shall be free of you forever more!

I care but little of your pathetic woes;

You have always made mine worse!

I likened you once to an autocrat,

Czarina of the frozen hinterlands,

But I'm not one to be your serf,

For I ceased to be fourteen years ago!