THE TITLE IS: CASTELLAN

My teacher Castellan please have understanding on this day of celebration,
My armor is drifting across this black out burning nation,
The constellations are arriving late for their own dinner party,
Hesitating waiting at the station I can see each one arrive,
These are the times we are alive,
These are the paths we are walking down,
Look through your own eyes,
Time for the jesters to make their stand on their own ground,

Dear God take back your words the unclean have pissed all over them,
If you hold a convent with this evil then you are no God of mine,
They are in the living room chatting and this is center field,
My cross is shaped like the kind of love that provides a shield,
And if being who I am is wrong then make the punishment fit the crime,

Mother Mercy welcome to the proceedings for this evening,
Introduce yourself as the joy you are and pass it around,
Meet the young man from the South he is full of believing,
Meet the soldier from the North who is full of sound,
But watch that little one with that little grin,
She will back you into a corner and have the sin walk straight up your legs in so many ways,
That’s the way we do things these days,

Goddess full circle is a squared off event horizon,
See Robin that there is some fucked up improvising,
Back to the point of the Prince who has his pen pointed right at the sun,
Paint it brother,
Paint it with every drop of joy, blood, and fun,
Goddess he is here and this is the time to stay,
This way,
This way,

©Brian C. Williams
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THE TITLE IS: CASTELLAN