Astronautalis.
William holds his palm out proud
Upon the Bible, lays it down
And solemnly swears against it
That every word is true.
Searching through the faceless crowd
In the hallowed auditorium
He sees that everyone's turned against him
In his endless pursuit
The saga that he spells out
Has mothers grabbing children,
Grown men twisting mustaches,
As priests smooth out their suits.
But William hammers right along
And ignores the banging gavel of
The judge's plea for order
In the chaos of the room.
Outside my cell
There is an oak that grows
Through the fence line
And towards the sun.
They built a barrier of barbs
Flush but against its bark
And still its burls unfurl
And the branch is strong.
The silver thorns that hem in my hole
Snare me here through sun and snow.
While barbs may scar
They cannot stop the mighty Oak.
Burgeoning upward and out
This figure made out
The persistence that'd been made
Stopped by its daggered escape route.
Once it finally stands tall,
The limbs will make the fence fall:
The slowest getaway car
That the guard ever saw.
The warden scratches his bald patches,
Raise his arms in the air
And wonders how this happened
Despite his decades to prepare.
In this I found the fate-
You'd see my sentence a mistake.
Discharge me from this place
And reinstate me in your grace.
The truth will set you free one day,
My father promised me,
But I'd never thought
The truth would come this way, quite honestly.
William holds his palm out proud
Upon the Bible, lays it down
And solemnly swears against it
That every word is true.
Searching through the faceless crowd
In the hallowed auditorium,
He sees that everyone's turned against him
In his endless pursuit.
If you'd a' told me back then
That the words from my pen
Would end up bein' a pain of mine
I'd never change a damn thing.
I'm sure it's shocking to your ears
That the treaties you revere
Would suffer such assessment
At the stylus of a conveyor.
But I am more than well aware
Of how you all were unprepared
To stare into the sun
As it means to pick apart its flares.
Covenant in question
And career upon the line,
I suffer your reckless sanctions
With a clarity of mind.
The charges that you lay
Against my character of faith
Will burden you with shame
When you face the presumed paradise.
And he knows as well as I
That the heralds can carol flat songs.
The refrain rate's familiar
But the words just seem a tad wrong.
God is just a breath away,
He lives a kiss from your lips
But his message can mutate
As it drifts from mountains to chiseled tips.
So this is it.
My suffer'n sings its swan song.
Suspicion sets me sovereign
From restriction of your sad bonds.
You edit me from existence
For continuity
Where it will be always in your footsteps
To document your lunacy.
William holds his palm out proud
Upon the Bible, lays it down
And solemnly swears against it
That every word is true.
Searching through the faceless crowd
In the hallowed auditorium
He sees that everyone's turned against him
In his endless pursuit.
The saga that he spells out
Has mothers grabbing children,
Grown men twisting mustaches,
As priests smooth out their suits.
But William hammers right along
And ignores the banging gavel of
The judge's plea for order
In the chaos of the room.