A Dead Man’s Fury
[Interlude]
by
Robby Richardson
Through the dust...the dirt and mud
A fire inside that fear to flood
Paid with blood a Hell’s wind is about to come
The breath from a pen that can scorch the land
You’ve woken up trouble that leaves ash to lumber
Cerberus takes his deathly steps...the Cyclops awakes from his slumber
With a stomp of my feet the ground rumbles
With a clap of my hands the mountains crumble
So let this masterpiece start like so many on nights dark and dreary
Be Prepared for this...this Dead Man’s Fury
Knock...Knock
The mournful tune from this prisoner’s tomb
Knock...Knock
You’ve woken up something bigger than anger and bigger than trouble
A Dead Man’s Fury
Knock...Knock
Let the ax swing high with a sun gleamed eye
Take you out with every last second I cry
Knock...Knock
El Cuy Cuy of the pen...A monster from a Gen
Crush Coal in my hand and out pops Gems
Knock...Knock
So open up this karma on this bully
Unleash this Dead Man’s Fury
Separate
I need to find a way to separate
I fear myself
My own mind can’t seem to hear myself
Needing...Pleading
But this fury believe me you’ll constantly be seeing
I promise that you will always regret me and with this pen you’ll never forget me
It burns inside burning my eyes
While these bridges burn this dead man rise
And its only in the dark do I find my light
Within those ashes I find my wrath
A venom...can’t cure…fate secure on path’s endured
Unleash this Dead Man’s Fury my future once so clear now obscure
Fury of fear...a fury within a silent rage
Inklets of blood across this page
This little piece of me as soft as the sweetest kiss to me
Gentle as the pen traces over this note in me
If loose lips sink ships call me a Jean Grey Phoenix
Final hours of memories remembered
Letting go of the anger that I’m tethered isolating internal debilitating
In the darkness I find this...find my heart in this
A part of this… two sides of this
So quick to death...so slow to life
Stars to find on stolen time
Or to a hope that we seek to cling by on life’s peak
When this dead man rise...A Chaucer like glory for me
Death can’t subdue this rage or ignore me
Unleash this Dead Man’s Fury
Crying...Subdue this rage...this rage unsubsiding
The day I’ll be free...breathe free is the day this dead man’s free
Silence inside this...a prison I find this
Time is timeless…but can the mind be mindless
Silhouetted shadows dance in my vision ponder my decision
To let the bridge that I burn light my way
Let my fury consume me or my freedom fly away
Confrontation overdue hands up you need to subdue
Releasing this fury might help...In the end I fear myself
And even at the end I still won’t let it out
Lost a dream because you don’t understand team
Couldn’t even do the minimum and the price near criminal
I’m on bended knee praying for serenity
Because if my fury wins out your down for the count
A Dead Man’s Fury leaves my imprint on your memory
It’s the knock at your door, a personal raven
Nevermore on my memory plague you like Lenore
And hell sent for me...the rage that bore me...the fury you won’t ignore me
Not scared of the dawn, I’m scared of where we go from here
It is not the fury of fear that one should fear
It is my fury from which you should fear
Even when broken...I fear myself
At the end a penny is a penny and petty is just petty
We’ve broken that wall unleash this fury over it all
At the end a penny is just a penny and then there’s my petty
I fear myself and the fury I bring or is it petty revenge I cling
With hope serenity cures me of this fury
This Dead Man’s Fury
The End