I-O-U

I want to paint the world black and white and burn it to the ground
I want to build a castle
I want to start a religion
I want something to believe

Owe me for my wisdom
Owe me for penance
Owe me for my performance
Owe me for the paint and torches

You want an intelligent response
You want me to open my heart
You want the world in vivid color
You want everything, I can deliver, Everything I owe you




© 1998, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved
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