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ACT I: SCENE 5: EIGHT HEADS

Scratch on a wall for the village to see,
We must warn of the man who is coming to feed,
On the blood of our children, the fruit of our trees,
And the one that protects us shall fall to its knees,
As the man draws his blade and prepares us to bleed,
It's revenge that he wants while we only want peace.

The diplomats first, skinned and hung from their feet,
And what's left of the wordsmiths now covered with sheets,
The women and children allowed to go free,
And the rest of us deafened by eachother's screams.

"8 heads," he holds up as he steps to the end.
"8 heads," he repeats not much left to defend.
"8 heads," he swallows whoever we send.
"8 heads ago," he screams "I had but 8 friends."

WHAT I AM AND WHAT I THINK IS NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE IT RIGHT.
TAKE SIMPLE THINGS FROM SIMPLE MEN AND SIMPLE MEN PUT UP A FIGHT.
COME WHAT MAY WE MIGHT WELL SAY THAT WE WERE WRONG AND THEY WERE RIGHT BUT WHAT I AM AND WHAT I THINK IS NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE IT RIGHT.

Mother, why do you believe me standing here and lying to you?
Mother, look what I have done. Why have you brought me this far?
Poison water, poison wilder, lies and lust and death become you,
Father look what I've become.
Skeptics hear me and believe me, gods have perished at my mention,
Perfect soul and perfect son, why have you not drawn your sword?

He puts down his trophies to open my chest,
And I exhale my blood with my very last breath,
And I know what he wants as he looks down at me,
And the blacks of his eyes are the last things I see,
As the ones before me are now gutted for meat,
As the flies buzz around and the buzzards proceed,
The fortunate ones seven days have been dead,
I'm informed it's the eighth day and that I'm the eighth head.

"8 HEADS!" he screams, and I know it's the end.
"8 HEADS AGO I HAD 8 FRIENDS."

WHAT I AM AND WHAT I THINK IS NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE IT RIGHT.
TAKE SIMPLE THINGS FROM SIMPLE MEN AND SIMPLE MEN PUT UP A FIGHT.
COME WHAT MAY WE MIGHT WELL SAY THAT THEY DESERVED OUR WORDS OF SLIGHT BUT WHAT I AM AND WHAT I THINK IS NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE IT RIGHT.

Fire all the cannons at them, fuck the consequences,
If they're frightened for their families they should build better defenses,
All but one was killed for Jesus and he's come for his collection,
Should have killed them for a god who might have given more protection,
Now the patrons are in line, and they've come to see the site,
But what I am and what I think is not enough to make it right.

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from Hurt Not the Oil and the Wine, released October 31, 2006

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We live our lives in boxes, with little glowing screens. We fill our blood with toxins, so we can deal with things. And sometimes, more than often, the bitter masks the taste. The fruitless failed reflection: what if it's all a waste?

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