It’s closer every day
The patterns crystallize
No refuge from the winds—
Their whispers terrorize
My deeds of lesser days
Have come to weaponize
My sins have turned their blades
Upon my throne of lies
In the night I flee my land
To shed this sullied name
Flying faster, farther still
My shoulders hung with shame
At dawn I stumble on my pride
The serpent’s fangs are bared
Out from sight not far behind
It takes me unprepared
You could count my sins with the stars in the sky
And you wouldn’t stop counting ‘til the day that you die
You could drown my faults ‘neath the waves of the sea
But they’d still crawl back to reside within me
In the night upon the shore
Beside the lord of Rome
Caligula, I call on thee:
I thrash the surf alone!