My Will is Gone

My Will is Gone                 November 15, 2013

My will is gone; 'tis time to depart

For the Isle of Misfit Toys,
With a cherry as my top.

I saw 'pon the crystal ball

My time had come to die;

My days had passed over Jordan,

With the Moon in tow.

And if my life had known
A small trove of a treasure,
A candlewick, perhaps lit,
Would have guided me through.

Appearances deceived;

I was always led to believe,

And now my faith is squandered,

And a moon o'er head to harvest.

The garden of bulbs soon to grow

As I harvest them home

Till the moon lit them through

O' so long ago.

And I sing my swan song

For a life I will depart:

No more Christmases for me,
And I shall not cry
When I see the avarice
Of the people doth prevail;
Christ is dead, the Left smiles.

We reignite the Red Scare

Amid our rulers elected,
And soon that will bid us adieu;
Our liberties shall die with it.

We are a nation of victims,
Always promised the moon,
And then the stars and sun,

Till we are only shown a gulag.

Though we may not be amid
The Siberian sickle and hammer,

Ours is a death by a twilight

A majority foolishly elected.

My life, tho', shall be dead

For my own sins 'pon me wrought,

And I shall taste the blood

My hand wipes from my brow.

The unicorn in Nam shall be thy sign:
The Berlin Wall was only temporary;

But the Red Scare for most, sublime!

The state closed Christ's last seminary.