Cut a Hand - Peter Wolf Crier

Grab a hold and

Cut the hand that lets you fall

Save the sword and

See it burned to raise four walls

In a promise I won’t keep

In a name’s known effigy

Is a lovely sordid means

To deny you once again

Lonely gardner

It is time you woke the knight

Kiss divine and

Hold his lips to your own light

In a promise I won’t keep

In a name’s known effigy

Is a lovely sordid means

To deny you once again

Raised above and

Laid to nail by your own lies

Affixed to die right

By a wrong in eye to eye

In a promise I won’t keep

In a name’s known effigy

Is a lovely sordid means

To deny you once again