Kyōto-Me - Holy Trinity, Pt. 3: The Martyr

Show me a pair of beggars hand's
And I'll show you felled trees bearing useless wood
Whisper me a prayer from a beggar's kids
And I'll scream that their silence speaks a thousand words
You told me his eyes were rather kind
But he hadn't a tooth in his subterfuge maw
Show me poor gore baking in a June's noon
And I'll show you street-cleaners doing his could-be work
Beard tangled as his mind
Like copper frayed wires, frilly loose ends
Spit on the yellow-brick disheveled further
A tattered hat, an unkempt tie
Bench bed blocked by bourgeois bankers
Who notice mawfoam and walk on by
Penny loafers clop against scorched-black stone
On which the sun helps your plebeian fry
Kick some soil (Avalyn)
Fashion a cross (Know he loved you)
With some sticks (Know he wouldn't put you)
For this so-called loss (Through all of this)
Let me know (Know they won't blame you)
When the funeral will be (For what you might do)
After you dry yr tears (For what might become of you)
We can meet (And for what he'll do to you)
Just know
You're nothing to me
Just know
You'll be a maid, you'll see
Just know
You'll forget what it means
What it means
To be free

Written by:
Alexis Bishop, Evangeline Shadden

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