Any Means

Will you sing yourself a song of getting closer to the grave

Or sing us all a song of time, her slaves, and bondage where we lay?

Or tell me, will you plead that nature would say

By any means, take from them what you will not repay

Are you nothing but a myopic machine?

Is all of your humanity worth but a second of the serene?

Tell us where your passions lie, by any means

Cheapen any act

Dig back up the ax

You used to cut down the apple tree that damned us all

Now will you eat yourself