Protomartyr in Verulamium

Grabbed Summer by his hair and said "We'll be fine"
As we crossed over the Kanawha County line
Sweating beads of illicit Southern tea
Smoking through saccharine anxiety

So give me refugees... mouths to feed
The Lord provides more bounty than we need
Lay your tortured at my feet... I'll intervene
Suture their wounds, keep them warm and clean
Saint Alban prays for thee

Out where all the riverbanks erode
Cryptids quarrel and satellites explode
Amnesty's once-sturdy lumber warps
Like bones within a language's new corpse

Filled my soul with everything I own
Pretending I was more philosophy than stone
The highway howls and the motors moan
But it won't get to me
Martyrs and Monsters with borrowed names
Like Wicked Freedom and Sacred Shame
Some folks will spill blood to stay the same
But not me...



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Writer(s): Jupiter Zirkua
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