Mike Whissell - Saints

Worth more than their weight in ash
To don petals for armour on your back
Walk the plank to test the noose
The spectacle is coming soon

Show me the sinners
The upward failing kings
I'll throw the torch if you pile their sheepskins
For Blacksmiths and tailors
And callused hand folks
Cantilevered their burdens
Those secrets still untold

There are fires and other disasters
To worry about than Saints and Backbiters

Half the day spent trying to decipher your delusions
Would it be like chasing the shade of redshift mountain peaks again

Is it logophobia or our sudden thin blood
These armchair theorists
They sure love to sling mud
Quickening the pace to destinations unclear
Please don't wake me from my dream
I don't want to end up here

There are fires and other disasters
To worry about than saints and backbiters

Written by:
Kristofer Whissell

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