'til kingdom come

existence be it ere is b oring and meaningless, personally speaking, and yet were it not for an irrefutable truth . . . invisible

i'd rather be a nail than a hammer, 
i hear tumultuous waves of protest crash 
in the rear of my sensibilities 
at the prospect of the changing of the queue 

while the hammer pounds to self destruction
i'm left alone, nailed to the cross 
forgotten nee'r to be seen by Pharisees 'cept when necessary
as when the widow 'n orphan are being persecuted

underground, off the grid, leave little footprints
'cept those rooted in the divine/invisible invincibility
so that my state is left unnoticed in this biPolar epoch

watching the hyde turn into the jekyll  
shifting back then forth perpetually, 
ad infinitum/ad nauseam, 
waterboard loop, living hell watchin'

i'd rather be a nail than a hammer, 
yes I would simon,
so that i can have shelter, mick
wait 'til the storm be overpast, bob

comfort other nails 'til justice prevail
his nail scarred hands 'n feet
the devastation's rubble sweep
'til the storm be overpast

rather be a nail than a hammer
being driven to the core of truth 
with blows of pain's instruction,
inevitable/inescapable suffering in the game
'til resurrected from the grave

the nails will be busted free of the coffin's lid
i'll watch the hammer of justice strike freedom's bells
shout with joyous multitudes 
while the ones who beat the innocent and weak
into the ground with words 'n violence 
are beaten themselves with weapons their own

i'll watch the hammer of truth 
shut them up and shut them down for all eternity 
and the nail's  forged into a glorious kingdom 
where love and freedom prevails throughout the universe