Rejoice, rejoice a noble birth A prince is born Behold the birth of violence Beasts of fang and feather cry for our concrete rapture And if we beg to be put down Unto us the most inspired storm A princess ravaged by her prince Behold the birth of sex and distance Two frail corpses both were they His eyes were the first to stray Every tree held fastened earth to sky Concrete replaces every branch and twig as they were frayed Upon the birth of ambition The heavens filled our gilded vessel with poison tears Before we drink, I propose a toast, a final prayer Heres to the watchers in the wood, heres to the last days Unto us a most inspired song Shaper, stop the music Halt the harp strings whose chords confuse our histories with textures With the disheartened chorus of a hymnal whose choir is the conviction of the starving, artless Tempted by the feast of proof That this body, that this body of work has worth Uncertain as the fingering Of a chord torn prematurely from a pianos womb As we fill our precious lungs with concrete, that faithful shade A shapers song is stopped short A final breath, a sinking shore Then the only movement and the last remains of grace Pollen falling off the simple hinge joint leg upon the final breath of a dragonfly A cardinal, lost but headstrong in mid flight cries for our concrete rapture Wade in the water, wade Wade in the water Wade in the water, child Let the flood swell Let the flood swell Thank the storm for her tears The faithful say its beautiful, its gods will But the fool knows what the prophets have seen No salvations impending The faithful say its beautiful Its gods will let the flood swell and the bodies that break Well just float down the river Stay tame, soft river While we weigh our faith, stay sweet Run softly, sweet river The fool who wades in doubt will float like concrete Come and, come and fill your lungs Theres so much hope buried underneath Theres so much hope buried underneath Theres so much hope buried underneath tragedy Its the same shade as concrete The faithful say its beautiful Its gods will, let the flood swell On the loudspeaker sermons and a parish descending Theres so much hope buried underneath tragedy Its the same shade as concrete Let the flood swell
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