We Will

We Will

We will be what we are, said the liar.

His eyelids sewn shut by his hand.

We will clip the wings of the flier,

Angels buried deep in the sand.

We worship the Gods that we are

Heart felt deceit, is our alter.

Setting our sights on a star

Dead man switch cannot falter

Cold sliver of ice in the sky,

Flinging our bones at the black

We follow the demon called I

Dead marbles fall from the sack,

Lying not flying we fall,

Too late to ever turn back,

Not heeding the call,

We can’t even crawl

A turtle dead on its back.