Truly, Avaddon

Truly, Avaddon
I will be among those you fold
When we are all overthrown
When the chaff is cut from the gold

Whence the will that we call our own
Goes to repeat a bloodless heartbeat that has long since gone cold
Yet truly, Avaddon
What the will burns it makes into ashes sevenfold
Fire has no autonomy
Yet it knows its morality
It merely depends on fire’s intent

Truly, Avaddon
Nine sins are laced around cat’s tails
To prepare to atone
They say the truth and neglect the details
The same bloodless beat of a stone
Which tumbles out that garden that we’ve known
Yet truly, Avaddon
That garden sleeps still in my blood
What I have I have not grown
From secrets that survived the flood

Blessed are the multitudes that move the world but cannot prove
How they can keep what never was theirs to own

Dark is borne through more than just what you experience
They are our parasites and nest while you’re asleep
Punctured deep in your flesh to keep for when you’re older
I was a philanderer and a gambler and a cheat
And five years old when I heard a psalm that made me weep
Now when I say those words that I am not worthy that
You should come under my roof, it is now I believe
I blend all the notes and see magic flowers bloom for me
I ache for those blossoms to never touch what I used to be
What won’t wilt in my eyes can still wither all the same
Covered in honey and laid between graves of our fathers
The tone of the song showed the flesh beneath the throne
Before I had ever sinned
They forbade me to go back home

Blessed are the multitudes that move the world but cannot prove
How they can keep what never was theirs to own

I had walked all the way to the other sea
610 miles from any of my family
And will they remember me 60 years later
Or will I be fool because I had dared to believe
I am numbers three and four
We are all a third or fourth son

Queen of Queens I know
You hold the threads of gossamer
That no sight could ever show
That binds us to one another
I was dragged down by a stone
A will that would bereave my mother
Yet a fire burns in my bones
I could will it all but will instead to
Atone