Patriarch

As the chill finally hit your skin
Your accomplice turned you in
Juliet, you had your reasons
Migraine hallucinations
Had no way to define
The start and the stop of your Freudian mind
I believed you when you said God told you what to do
But the God inside your head was wrong
Fell in to a passionate clique
Only way to truth is isolation
Patriarch, patriarch, tell me what to do
Patriarch, I must follow through
Oh, the light shaking on the floor
Speaking tongues of angels
Surely I must be in the right
Oh, this tempest loves to fight
Blood bath on the John Muir trail
And the hiker recalled the tale
Juliet and her friend stood at the edge
Juliet jumped without restraint
Her friend fell back, lost faith
Without a God to blame