Let's construct a new 

world from the bones of the old

men who betrayed us 

The tiny pansies 

cower from the old roses 

covered in sharp thorns 

Straight and narrow or

a twisted path lead to the 

same darkened doorway

Night falls slowly in

summer when the sun doesn't 

want to go to bed

Sublimate anger 

into art that tears away 

the veil of falsehood 

With whiskey smiles and 

smokey eyes they hide as much

as their hearts reveal 

Your diamonds are dust

and your gold mere gilt as your 

temple walls collapse