Clad in not but sand

You make clear your demand

Everything eventually runs out of blood.

The blood that launched a thousand ships

Powered by your blood,

Ironic,

Catatonic.

Blink once if you’re alive,

No I said blink not start a hurricane!

Blink twice if you can hear me,

Ugh you and your volcanic outbursts.

You mother estranged from child

You hostess with most unruly guests,

We learn but oh so slowly.

– Vagabond Prophet