Good is Long Gone

My home is out in the desert.

Where the scorpion live inside the cattle bone.

All that was once good is long gone.

All that was filthy remains so.

All the rest hid long ago.

Stumblin’ across this dust, this dust and pain.

Shouldering the blame for Judas, for Cain.

The blood spilled on the bones.

The scorpion searched for the flesh that bled.

Those who believe pray for rain.

Those who do not, chew the dirt and kill the snake.

I’ve seen love die and I’ve seen her take.

Take gold, take souls and take men from their homes.

Breathe in the poison of her name.

Swallow the day in which she came.

Fall amongst the dust and pain.

Kill the snake and curse the rain.

Copyright 2006 Salvador Cordova