Sixteen Saints

WARNING this song is LOOOOONNNNGGGGG so read all the way thru. Its very very metaphorical so interpret it as you will but look closely and you might jsut catch my meaning

Sixteen Saints

sixteen saints are marching in a line
down a backalley with a strobing sidelight
for it seems a dead end is calling to them

sixteen saints are stuck with nowhere to go
the waters pouring in the twisted cracked crevices
that have caved the entranceway to the route of escape

sixteen saints are up to there toes
but with such a gradual rise is seems only normal
to not worry about having to climb

sixteen saints have seen sixteen moons
with sixteen different phases there ankles are swimming now
but sitting still seems only right when there is no will to go to new heights

sixteen saints have shared sixteen stories
most lies simply remembered with age
water at the shin, slowly rising, no need to find another way in

sixteen saints have held thirty two hands
and thought of a life not so bland
surrounded by all things green water rising up to there knees

sixteen saints have shared sixteen thoughts
of marvelous kings and the things they sought
kings above men ranking so high water now up to there thigh

sixteen saints have thrown sixteen fists
in the air raging of cataclysmic events
in all te haste nobody thought to ascape the water spanning the breath of their waists

sixteen saints have sung sixteen songs
of love loss earth sun and sky
but no one panics at the site of water caressing the side

sixteen saints have dreamt sixteen dreams
have thought sixteen plans and sixteen schemes
methodically choosing only the best of the water now rising to the chest

sixteen saints removed sixteen boulders
from the prison of bricks surrounding there bodies
but as some start to panic some sleep soundly with water up to the shoulder

sixteen saints are getting frightened
of the prospect of drowning without being found
all in all hoping the best for the water no chokeing there necks

sixteen saints have prayed sixteen prayers
each one unique and selfish to his own
and sixteen saints ask to remove the water no under there nose

sixteen saints have jumped sixteen times
taking a breath at each jumps height
but sixteen legs cant jump much higher tha the water risen above there heads

sixteen saints have gasped sixteen breaths
wishing ad hoping to survive
but sixteen saints are realizing now its to late not to die

sixteen saints have died sixteen times
in sixteen seconds there are sixteen lives
the cracks and crevices once pouring have now run dry

once again not at all how it seems

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