You can take
A bit of my sky
You can hold
My thunder
Underneath
Your world
You can rattle
The bars
Of the machine
And plump
Your pillows
To feather 
The lies 
You walk upon
You can take
The lightening
From the lack
Of forgiveness 
In my eyes
And breathe life
Into the rats
That you frown 
Upon
With such 
Disdain
But to survive 
And remove yourself
From 
The pedestal
Which was made
From the bones
Of babel
You must 
Walk
Into the shadows
And away from the light
That the blood 
Within your veins
Pumped false truths
Into 
And see the pulsating beat
For what it is
And not
What you 
Want it
To be