Weapon of God

Dead black meadows, crimson waves
These broken nightmares onyour plate;
Believe me, I am a weapon of god too
Crumbled bones inside a sock
The ticking of a busted watch
Thestorm 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.)
Dead black meadows, crimson waves
These broken nightmares onyour plate;
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 listen I am a weapon of god too
Believe me, I am a weapon of god too
Believe me, I am a weapon of god too