Look up old friendnWatch the ruin of the beastnOn the top of hillnBeing slain by the prodigal sonnFor the glory and the making of His willnBeing bound by His handnBeing lifted and shifted and molded from sand.nnThey sliced off His headnAnd rolled in His bloodnAnd wrote on the wallsn“We’ve escaped the big flood”nnBut highways to byways and oceans to creeksnThe silence was screamingnAching and steamingnHoping for one soul to listen at leastnnNever a whimper, never a notionnThey banned all seduction, not even an oceannIt’s castles to ruins, motion to ceasenThey sliced off His head for the ruin of the beastnnThey signed a petition that marked out the groundnSaying, “This half is lost, and this half is found.nHe’s to be tossed, she’s to be crowned,nand so on and so forth their future was bound.”nnThe lawyers and statesmen shook hands and agreednSmiled for the photo and planted a seednCrammed in some tears, said a quick prayernMumbled some lines like, “We’ll clean up the airnWe’ll blow up some stars, and detox the tar!”nnHe mumbled then burped then jumped in his carnAnd never again was the beast in their storynThey buried the past in all of its glorynnNever a whimper, never a notionnThey banned all seduction, not even an oceannWell its castles to ruins and motion to ceasenThey sliced off his head for the ruin of the beastnnBut silently wreaking off the dust from his hairnFrom the mist off the groundnAnd the fog in the airnFrom highways to byways, oceans to creeksnYou can hear the refrain of the prodigal beastnnNever a whimper, never a notionnThey banned all seduction, not even an oceannWell its just castles to ruins and motion to ceasenThey sliced off his head for the ruin of the beast