Rejoice, rejoice a noble birth, a prince is born.
Behold the birth of violence, beasts of fang and feather cry for our concrete rapture,
and if we beg to be put down, unto us the most inspired storm
princess ravaged by her prince behold: the birth of  and distance,
two frail corpses both were they, his eyes were the first to stray...
every tree held fast the earth to sky
concrete replaces every branch and twig as they were frayed upon the birth of ambition.
The heavens filled our gilded vessel with poison tears, before we drink, I propose a toast, a final prayer.
Here's to the watchers in the wood, here's to the last days, unto us a most inspired song.
Shaper, stop the music. Halt the harpstrings whose chords confuse our histories with textures.
With the disheartened [bad word] of a hymnal whose choir is the conviction of the starving,
artless, tempted by the feast of proof that this body of work has worth.
Uncertain as the fingering of a chord torn prematurely from a piano's womb.
As we fill our precious lungs with concrete, that faithful shade,
a shaper's song is stopped short- a dying breath a sinking shore.
Then the only movement and the last remains of grace:
Pollen falling off the simple hinge joint leg upon the final breath of a dragonfly.
cardinal, lost but headstrong in midflight cries for our concrete rapture,
wade...in the water, wade.
Let the flood swell, thank the storm for her tears.
The faithful say its beautiful,
its god's will, but the fool knows what the prophets have seen,
no salvation's impending.
The faithful say its beautiful,
its god's will, let the flood swell
and the bodies that break we'll just float down the river.
Stay tame, soft river, while we weigh our faith, stay [bad word] softly, sweet river, the fool who wades in doubt will float like [bad word] and fill your lungs.
There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy, its the same shade as concrete.
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will, let the flood swell
on the loudspeaker sermons and a parish descending.
There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy, its the same shade as concrete.
Let the flood swell.