When hunger calls
You will betray all abstractions
All promises made to concepts and ideologies
We swore to by candlelight.
Because the fire in your belly
Will not be based on those things
It will be literal, it will be real pain
And you will deny all that you love
More than three times
Before the fire on the horizon
Rises on its divine orbit
Or you have loosed that light
By the will of your own hand
Like a golden Prometheus
On the winning team.
Riding into town proud and reborn
on your kill machine.
They have taken you away my son…..