kingdom come

You can hear it, can't you?
That rhythmic booming echoing in the hollowed bones
Of a thousand skeletal kings
Who speak in silence and dress in robes of ash
It is the sound of the kettledrum, pounding and beating
Signaling the march of time and the end of the old days

The paupers stand still
Dollar bills branded into their backs
Their mouths wide in fruitless pleas for mercy
I see the bone parted from flesh
The blood parted from flesh
Which cascades across the cobblestones
In a flood of Biblical proportions

The essence of men is hope
Crush it and rejoice
For thine is the kingdom and the power
Which will break their souls

Father forgive me
I am a God in the hands of an angry sinner
And therefore can be twisted like potter's clay
To fit every need

God save us