Was thinking bout things in DC,
How do we heal?
Do we, as the sheriff says,
"Let the dead bury the dead"
The Capitol must stand.
The Building of the People.
Let the White House Burn.
Let those grounds be hallowed with the dead.
Let us sow our soldiers upon their grounds.
As they did to Arlington so many years ago.

Let us not bury their memory
but let it burn bright in our forgiveness.
The harshest lesson ere we are to learn.
Destroy the bastards of man and God and Demons from Hell.
And as they jump against the sky in the reflections of our eyes
we sit and wonder who and what am I?
Whoah, say I, in The I.
The I. of I Am.
The I, that is in I.
I in I.
Marley.
Rasta or Dicken's Ghost?