A Truth Unfit For Our Times

I’ll take you where you sing

Dwelling in a keyed to tune grace

Sweet potato leaves to king

Turned evil for the looks it spent on a holy face

Our salt of the Earth, salvation

Turns back toward the roots of your tongue

Now the nature of men, temptation

Sworn to lead in walls they have not won

Fleeing waters will have her peace

Want attention to the clothing’s day

You’re sinking in sea’s lease 

Whose bounds begged stay

So please don’t leave me dancing

With a mind to scrape stars

The glories of gold appeal to souls, damning

I promise to keep the light of your eye, in ours