“Tailor of timeless thread Sow me an overcoat fit for the gods From fine weave Musk ox wool To blunt the teeth of winter Dye it black as the Great White’s eyes So I can slip past the night Line it with Red Widow’s silk To...

Don’t know where these roads lead Some closed others off the beaten path Mile after mile paved in endless greed Dirty deeds exposed after the bloodbath   So many moving parts in this machine  Places to hide and manipulate from Having paid to wipe the system...

Whose poison fills the wishing well? Who has a throne waiting in hell?  Whose breath infects the cooling spring? Whose words drive the dead to sing? Whose blood moves like a slick disease? Killing young and old with ease Who is this man without a...