A Cancer Upon My Body

A pilgrim, a palmer, the Beggar, unclean
These are the shades we shall refer
Our overbears burdened, a mind incomplete
We are the Ones who They defer
These arms on theirs, all threat unforeseen
Blood to be free, blood to be free
Banners, stained crimson and liberty deemed
We are the Ones who They defer
Oh, how the glory, so austere and charming
It strikes, this pounding in my head
If I've been deemed a free man
Why does this torment never end?
There lies an open wound in heart and in crown
These scars, only mind to bare, the beat of that eternal sound
For I've been woken by the words of the dead
Among those whispers, a truth is what I heard
My cancer, afflicting sense and thinking
Silver and gold is Our Lords body
Oh majesty, oh majesty
Hoarding in hunger and wearing the wreath
Blood to appease, blood to appease
Gaze upon copper fingers keeling
With palms faced toward the ceiling
Silver and gold