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A prince of thieves has stolen my heart
determinedly, I flee 
like a blind sailor on the raging seas
Tumult, great like the wind and wave
I announced my coming in there, the torrents
pummeling truth and lies against the hourglass
shattering all that I’ve known, all I becomeAgain the night twists and my path
is no longer star driven or incumbent.

Squelched by the days,
subdued by the haze and mist of ambiguity
I drive myself harder and like the beating rain
I feed the earth from my well.
At the heart of it, in the seed of every man
at the dawn of time and place this ache was born
this need and this want for remembrance and burnt offering,
primitive savage steel and desires come callingClicking like days and the earth as she rocks on her fragile cradle
time is strewn, the wake of the storm and rage leave all spent,
all exhumed in a twist of fury and mettle
we, this race, we are disaster
we are disease and dying, we are the life of the ages.
Dark times, infighting and tribal ways
man’s fate no longer weighed against good and evil
instead purged by the night, by the dark redeemer
bandied about like string puppets on the great stage
of perversity and shockI’ve surrendered my humanity
I watch as we kill and then begin again
great calamity of the times, the great denial of this age
where does the Maker rain His sovereign purpose?
Vestiges of night, shadows of dark purpose
demons seek the heart of good, of all that is
and in the trenches I am spent.
I am blinded in this stage, I seek but no longer find
I call out to no great victory or Redeemer