Petitioning the Black Wall

Bowing out in tones of anger
Cupped hands hold light gracefully
Swim in argumentative brag
Swollen cuts hold no deep sea

And you keep talking but I will not listen
Stalking down the same old hall
Keep looking in the wrong direction
Waiting for the axe to fall

Calm ties reap colorful nuisance
Thoughts meander through functioning lines
Blown glass shatters impermanent weaving
Want seeps out in broken time

And you keep talking but I will not listen
Stalking down the same old hall
Keep looking in the wrong direction
Waiting for the axe to fall

And you keep talking but I will not listen
Stalking down the same old hall
Keep looking in the wrong direction
Waiting for the axe to fall
And you keep talking but I will not listen
Striking like a cannonball
Deceive me with your good intention
Waiting for the axe to fall



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Shiflett
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