Higher Ground Poem by Ian Quinn

For the most part, this is a poem. But I ended up structuring it differently and thought it may also work as a song. Originally, there was no repeat of any section, I also removed the structure labels for posting.

Poet of riotous descent,
Narrowed in nescient bliss
Cradled by a blind repent
Lulled by deceptiveness

He is a word of terror
From the savageness he praised
No more dangerous than a nightmare
Flailing madly in a daze

Wretched creatures in the curtains
Shifting light to their tastes
Switching faces, shedding skin
Through forsaken hearts we waste

It can build an ocean’s shadow
A swimmers mirror, twisted through
In a cage that can’t be rattled
Seen only as a landscape view

Hand of metal, lack of light
Blurred inside, starry-eyed
Good decisions, healthy mind
Gone to die, gone to die

Wretched creatures in the curtains
Shifting light to their tastes
Switching faces, shedding skin
Through forsaken hearts we waste
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We ask of them, show us mercy