Rise from the grave
The spider threads around your neck
Hold you up for the night
They won’t notice that you’re a wreck
Feet dragged on the sand
The windy desert air so unforgiving
Carry the lambs to slaughter
With the heavy hearts you’re leading
But don’t let the bandages
Unravel from their sightless minds
They won’t like what they’ll see
And you don’t know what you’ll find
When you reach the beyond
The place where Death goes to die
And any life in the threshold
Is reduced to a disambiguated sigh
Dare you trespass the end?
Let the truth crush every passing breath?
Dare you be the willing Judas
For the ones whose salvations are spent?
So return from where you belong
Beneath the ancient dunes that hide no man
Whilst the souls you damned shriek
To sate your starvation, till next kingdom come.