Rose

Wars are raising for her

Crusades to adore her

The light of your afterword

Are you losing her true nature

When you loosen nomenclature

When you gift another moniker?

What's true is like a sickle

It'll cut you to the middle

Your rose is without a thorn

But no, my mouth don't taste of metal

From the pot here to the kettle

I think we got a lot we gotta learn

And even though by any other name

Her scent would linger sweetly, all the same

Call her briar long enough

And you'll tangle up the true and the fable

Your dowry isn't fooling

The pyrite is showing through

It won't buy you that empty tomb

And no alchemic incantation

For a counterfeit salvation

Can appease your leviathan groom

No, love'll get you slaughtered

Like a ram at the altar

What is safe ain't the same as what is good

So lay compress to the aching

Of your body made for breaking

When we've got a lot of breaking left to do

'Cause even under any other creed

The crucifix and the hangman, they both agree

Change comes so cheaply

For those of us already at the table