if the almighty father knew
what this moment is for me and you
he’d be the prince that slew
the dragon in the dragon’s lair
and placed upon his tongue of fire
the hand that wisdom cast
on blood and flesh and passion
to feel the burn of time
scorch the monster’s head
who sparked up all the novas
of the universe’s thread
but god’s a captive in this minute
that time has spun on rock and sinews
and in the lion’s den he stands a single
man to feel this dawn’s first rays
spurting from the beast’s fangs
with tongues we are made to taste
each time with crimson tears
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