Dead black meadows, crimson waves, these broken nightmares on
Your plate; believe me, i am a weapon of god too. crumbled
Bones inside a sock, the ticking of a busted watch. the
Storm is a thunderous, dark applause, and my love is locked
In a pitbull's jaws. believe me, i am a weapon of god too.
Bridges burn and children scream – their faith is shaken so
Easily. but not mine. i'm made of concrete beams, you'll
See. believe me, i am a weapon of god too. cats are
Screaming out in back; they've all been stuffed into gunny
Sacks. the johnson boy started selling crank. this
Neighborhood has gone to shit. but believe me, i am a weapon
Of god too.
