Why, Why, Why

A man's belief that he must struggle to his last breath in the hope that his soul moves on.

The air is thick, coats my tongue, sticks to nose hairs.

Before me lies open bowel, s**t sacks split.

Fallen men, no eyes, no ears.

Noses vanquished, tongues shredded, hang like tasseled threads.

Fingers stubbed to feel no more.

 

My limbs cold and torn.

Must rest here soon.

Cannot lay among the men,whose bodies so defiled.

 

I seek the tree of knowledge, within its boughs I shall sleep.

I dream of Raven in Sparrows wake.

Why do you fight this fight?

For you will surely loose.

Lay sweet Sparrow at Ravens talon feet.

 

Sparrow struggles to survive.

Raven tires eats s**t flies and maggot meat.

Sparrow who has no song, God will sow your soul for future reap.

Sparrow who does sing, God will bring you into host.

 

I drop from limbs that kept me safe.

To stand erect and fight the fight I cannot win.

I find the flesh that's safe to eat,

and make my sausage meat.

I pull my blade and strike my foe,

whose steel boots crush me like spiders splotch.

 

I fall to sleep and sing the song,

with Sparrow I shall go.