Oh it’s cold, it must be the end of October.
The leaves are red, the plants have wilted,
and I shiver with you, my precious retriever,
to keep me company, keep me warm, sane.
The men are maggots, feeding on the corpse
of the world and all we ever managed to build.
You, buddy, and my daddy’s AR-15, to keep them
back, and my legs to get away. I run like the wind.
Men take anything they can, anyway they can.
You, buddy, the only male I trust, hiding with me.
These forests that were Eden when I was young.
Will they keep me safe now, hide me away now?
You and me, buddy, hiding in this barn tonight.
Still hay inside, soft and sheltering, better than the ground.
I know the sun and the stars and how to follow.
The angels in the sky, to lead me somewhere better.
Where men aren’t beasts. Where I can sleep innocent.
faithlesspaladin 