Rattle and Rave

The spirits crave
Deep into the meaning
Plunge into the blood and guts
Rip the death from its grave
Sometimes seeming
Like the walking dead
Burning down the soul, and what’s
The slave to do, besides endlessly dreaming?

The demons rattle and rave
A false heart beaming
Distractions while they prattle, and cut
Rip the death from its grave
Its cold dead heart, a moment of screaming
And the words that are said
Fully baked to hang until dead
But the victory is won, redeeming.

So spirit, find your heart
Heart, find your beat, your soul gleaming
Teaming with life and liberty unclaimed
Named by the rebirth of hope
Which is death to the scheming
The hope that God gave, which cuts
To the quick, but flings death high and wide
And gives the spirit wings and wind, to fly.