Destroying to Save - Arbouretum

There’s a righteous band that’s marching

They’re beating on drums, and even speak in tounges

They’re passing plates around

Clothed in garments of the sun

Bringing the weight of everything to bear

They’re calling everyone

Out to comb the fields for stones

Eyes casting for harlots and for heretics

Heels worn down from the road

Onstage rocking back and forth

The choir’s rattling swords, they stomp and shake the boards

The rest, they sing along

Cheering for a firefight, praying for the end

Praisers of oblivion go round a bend

Not to be a downer here, but I have my doubts

See here a tide and river turned about

You, who sought the water’s purity

Drank deep as the voices of the virtuous rang out, aloft in air

Come, and I’ll take you outside

Walk with me to out beyond the barriers of what is said and known

Bones and lodestones might be found

On ground that’s not sown nor plowed, but opened up

Like eyes to sight and sound

All around, through all the towns, word spread of a fire

A blaze had brought the building down, but who conspired

Right out in the daylight, none saw him there

The ashen rider on a shadow mare