Blue Jay

It seems that the older inhabitors never got out of you
The phantom broods were wronged in body
And in a state, they will make their soon escape
By building a new inheritance
It’s likely more not to be
Than sin and death and vipers to fill our beds
And as for liberty, she will work or she will suffer
I am dense with the light of women
And I insist I’m not confused
I will not be going