Gracious Tempest Charlotte Humphrey
Gracious tempest draw back our pride and swell pools of guilt. Gracious storm pour away the love we have for what we have built. Flood the corners in which we hide and spill what has not yet been spilt.
Gracious tempest tear down our sky catchers and drown out the notes, green or queen-faced. Gracious storm drag them down and rip through cities, we are braced for the end, for our gold-plated monsters to be into your dark waters displaced.
Tempest if I am to play the game of greed to breathe, fill my lungs and let me sleep. Let me not be a ten o clock headline sacrifice, lead new money to ruin and the old money to dust, platinum rings and diamond playthings, watch them bleed let them into your dark waters be thrust.
Am I cruel tempest, for losing faith and calling upon your name? Must they drown for things to change? Must the world freeze over for man to understand, to exchange pain for the serene? They’ll pour their oils into you. Must you be kind or cut them through?
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