With a head full of ammo and bulletproof notions
half-cocked with a shoulder stocked with vicious determination
Mirror finish honed using self-righteous, egomaniacal conviction
Walks the Seven Foot Soldier

Brushing aside the marginal significance of vagabond hands struggling to grasp moments
moving through a cosmos of real and perceptions of what might be real
walks the Seven Foot Soldier

Through darkness split with coruscant eyes
perspicacious marching ants blindly execute their duty
do follow, surround but yet bind
the walking Seven Foot Soldier

Unhindered locomotion by way of tactical sadness
tactical ignorance
tactical bifurcation of truth
walks the Seven Foot Soldier

Through gates that clang in a malicious rythm by winds of malfeasant change
over mountains of ancient arguments piled eons high above original sins
walks the Seven Foot Soldier

Fueled with sanctimonious pride shielding blatant contridiction
judging wantonly without regard to being judged
sharp silver tongue loaded to its hilt behind a grimace of acknowledgement and affirmation amalgamated into resignation
and bold-faced truth
walks the Seven Foot Soldier

No mercy for the Seven Foot Soldier
no salvation for the Seven Foot Soldier
no going back, only forward
walks the Seven Foot Soldier