March comes in like a Lion
March comes in like a lion
And I can not put down the beast
The wounds of time remain
Am I slaughter for his feast?
March.
And with it comes Spring
The season of rebirth
Yet all I see is a casket
Nailed shut for eternity
“God is dead”!
“God is dead”!!
Said Nietzche
“And We have Killed him”
March.
And with it comes Spring
The stars shall punch holes of light
Into the darkness
To keep the world
From going into that good night
At least,
Until the sun rise
So why
Do I remain in a state of demise?
I know where deferred dreams go
I know why the caged birds sings
March.
It comes in like a lion
I know
Because I can hear heaven ring!
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