The Gospel of the King's Pawn
e7 - e5
Even your nailed god knew
the glory in sacrifice.
I am a dark seed
in dark loam--waiting
for this night's harvest.
Submission is glory, and I
am a poured out glass,
a moat, an impasse
on an eightfold path,
the steps to resurrection.
I came to serve.
I will return to judge.
e7 - e5
Even your nailed god knew
the glory in sacrifice.
I am a dark seed
in dark loam--waiting
for this night's harvest.
Submission is glory, and I
am a poured out glass,
a moat, an impasse
on an eightfold path,
the steps to resurrection.
I came to serve.
I will return to judge.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson