Diatribe The Phantom Stranger - Hanging Tree

Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be
If we met at midnight in the hanging tree
Are you, are you coming to the tree
They strung up a man, they say who murdered three
Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be
If we met at midnight in the hanging tree
The pipes cry mournful
I turn to Christ
Eyes scornful with spite
Mind circles in flight
Orbits and finds wormholes
Portals in time that curve like a spine
Define normal
Did I forfeit the right
To my personal life
Divine purpose to fight
But I'm mortal of course
I try to be more than a knight with a sword
Tortured inside by morals
Forces of light
The skies purple at night
With bright torches and pitchforks
Ensuring that fright is a source of a might
But I'm turning a corner and burning the verses and words that I write
So they can't misinterpret my rhymes as curses and lies
I've warned you
Ignore me at your own peril
No parallels known
My bone marrow's like stone
Slowly cracks and corrodes
Bow and arrows have flown past me
There's no lasting alone in battle
But I won't ask you to go
The sacking of Rome
No capture
address unknown
Can't go back to your home
Or return to your life
We're all certain to die
But it's worth it to rise
From the torment of tyrants
Dwarf by a giant
I'll sling the first shot and bring the war to Goliath
Bring the war to Goliath
The war to Goliath
Bring the war to Goliath
The war to Goliath
And when the gallant retreat
And the Calvary gallops and flees from the casualties
I'll gladly be in the gallows
I only ask you bury my ashes with seeds
So I can come back as a tree
Where people rally and meet
In the shadows
To eat from the apples
Where they gather to read
And teach compassion and peace to the masses
And that you practice all the habits you preach
And we can make a garden, not a grave
When you're passed and deceased
And we'll celebrate life there
Rather than grieve
Save the posthumous praise
And just say what you mean
Start telling me right here
And make me believe
A preposterous idea that maybe we need
Plagued by a latent ancient disease
Patient Zero became a hero
The day that he ceased being able to breathe
Then they arranged a bouquet and laid down a wreath
And they sang of his name
The anonymous savior that gave them their freedom
And that stranger was me
And that stranger was me
And that stranger was me

Written by:
The Stranger

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