They can't put me down after the dark,
And you can run away as far as you want,
But we are spoken myths now,
Who else would not believe then,
That we dwelled in untold truth,
created a bond that shall withstand the shadow of the night.
Found you on snow-covered trails, your light-filled eyes were dark,
you just fell asleep,
even though we feared so much the tales of the goddess in our heads,
And everything in this murderous valley smelled rotten.
The fungus over your body spread the flesh.
When I found you, you were already dead.
I hope deeply you don't wander and roam,
But found your way back to Eden,
Tell the skinned snake that the apple we had stolen got eaten.
It's odd working against those duplicitous priests
When you crawl all on your fours,
drenched and almost drowned in holy water,
But we never give in to the lies that they had spoken.
Should they skin and impale me,
your engravings in me have long been refined and written in perpendicular lines,
only those who are worthy to see can read it and intertwine.
Now sleep my brave lamb,
Burn at the stake where I laid you,
It's worse to know that you will never come home again.
So don't be awe, rise like a phoenix from the ashes,
With scars that bear witness,
Our resilience will never be diffused.
