Poetry for the Poisoned

A minute more 'Til the light of day is seen Lay down I know you must be nearly there A bloody kiss And the vision of a dream For the last of your days in the sun In the white light I am calm Yet peculiarly cold Silent slumber And wide awake Lord have

Someone to protect and be protected by When that certain fury would come Someone to respect and be respected by When deprivation took its toll on you No more to defend, fading away 'Cause we were always alone, We were born in the hunter's season All

War, war, war, war, war, war, war... On a silent shore I spoke to God The sun is down Assemble the great pandemonium War One more down by the brook of Babylon One more down in accordance with my fate One long drift across the lake of Avalon One more