Dim window, purple perfume, sweetly drifts upon the lake,
Of shadowed mirrors in the mind buried in the wake.
Of an open-glass transparency, a cause to filter through,
The swinging cage inherently traps and shows no clue.
It sweeps across the emptiness, its fortress walls of fright,
Alluding hands anointed form the cradles of our fight.
To sing a secret dignity, a pathway to the stars,
With strings and wheels invisible, they forge the very bars.
They enter into sacred rhymes that penetrate the meek,
The arrogant and ignorant empower themselves to seek.
An embroidery of vanity sweeps throughout this land,
In denial of humility…warm blood lays upon our hands.
Born of lust, false wombs of trust, to break the ancient reason,
The arrogant and ignorant empower themselves to season.
The cage that they have tempered, cast of greed, entrenched with lies,
They sway the unsung gatherings of tribes unrealized.
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From the 2009 album, Come Quietly.
