Reality

In the darkest hour,
In the coldest second,
I clench my fist of power,
To my call you beckon.

The blood on the dress,
To the rain falling on your shoe,
This life we live, is it a test?
Another fight with your women, tangled up in blue?

The man of the cloth dressed in white,
The barbarian from the north dressed in leather,
The girl in pink, colour so bright,
The tax officer jousting with a feather.

Locked in a mental institution,
Trapped in the reality of your mind,
That slut over there prostituting,
Lolly pop love so easy to find.

In the depths of Hell,
In an angelic Heaven,
The news paper a story to tell,
The town drunk lost in a midnight tavern.

In the darkest hour,
In the coldest second,
I clench my fist of power,
To my call you beckon.

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