of the right opinion

Serial random conflict crescendo
futures with predictable patterns
our destruction dominance survival
of the right opinion

Worldview threatened power intoxication
will watch everything burn
when it can't win nothing will
conflagration unheroic desolation
snowy winter disappear

Pause
perhaps forever

New player spotlight spark
serial random conflict crescendo
futures with predictable patterns
their destruction dominance survival
of the right opinion

Willow, Final Version

These are the completed lyrics to Willow, a soon to be released work for male voice choir (TTBB) and low brass quartet (tenor trombones, bass trombone, tuba)

I will bend to your will

and you will bend to mine

when the time comes

We will cherish the tapestry

that was woven on bended knees

when the water comes

There will be money to buy

all the food in the world

when the famine comes

We'll have seeds a-plenty

to plant all we need

when the drought comes

Clamorings for freedom

will prevent the cure

when the plague comes

Feeling your strength

mindlessly

bullying 

chuckling 

you fell by

the bit of the axe 

thrust into me 

with past's clarion call

Roots dug deep

wounded on bended needs

when the time came

Those in orbit around us

will sing hosannas eternal

when the darkness comes