Dormant Lies The Killer

One-fourth of the dusk
   plagued by two-faced dispositions,
Two-fourths of a year
   spent behind this shallow despair,
How then shall you wander free
   without freedom within your reach?
Roaming the wastelands in iron shackles,
   with the aneurysms finally complete.

Long before these turbulent times,
   he consented to be content,
Long after his righteous crimes
   is revealed his truly psychotic intent,
That was before the cerebral throbbing
   while he still had sight of peace,
Before these countless errors occurred,
   rendering the saccharine asleep.

When his freedom is challenged he awakes again
   the demons that keep him safe,
When the seizures visit he revokes again
   his pleasantly concealed state,
To give birth again to the myths he tells,
   mocked by those without faith,
The slumber disturbed to bring forth again Judas,
   with yet another decided fate.

For dormant lies the rage he conceals
   so perfect in its revenge,
Tempered alive with ritualistic anger
   and provoked by his defeat,
For dormant lies the killer in him
   raging to be free,
Annoyed is the killer in him
   by these ill-fated 'abortions of bigotry'.

So rush now slowly to the execution
   and taste the flesh of what he be,
Dead again lies the peacekeeper,
   his purpose he sits down to weep,
So come forward you cannibalistic demon
   and fulfill your prophecy,
Burst into his fears, feed upon his pain,
   and cradle him to sleep...

[Cluster VI]