A Deaconry to Vanity

Crippled wounded puppets incomplete
Weave silken drapes of misery and wire nets of grief
Within us slides the worm of time and history
Give yourself away
A deaconry to vanity

Rusted cog-wheels in the earth machine
Carrying woes and minor misfortunes we raise a tower of sin
Innocence opposed to claws and strings
Give your youth away
A deaconry to vanity

Asleep and dreaming safe
In the shade of the shadow of death

Easy prey to the beast of guilt
Our humble mortal art cannot describe the pains we feel
Hereditary suicide epiphany
Kill your dream and pray
A deaconry to vanity

Led by the vague footprints chimera leaves on sand
Content to hold dead unicorns buried in their hearts
Acrobats and zealots come and leave en mass
Until we leave the scene
A deaconry to vanity