20 – The Blade That Divides

The throne of experience
The geometry of truth
The ticks and the crosses
The bare witness held aloof

I am the watching eye
Sharpening the blade
Cold impartial judge
Of both your kings and slaves

Your gods and messiahs
Now hang their heads in shame
For they know what is coming
For they know they are to blame

Their time is your time
To bare your neck, embrace the block
As from one drop runs a river
That words can never stop