You Think That You Can Knock Me Down

You think that you can knock me down

Cut my flesh and break my bones.

Bury me into the ground

Left to rot under your feet.

But though I sleep I will not die

I’ll feed all the weeping trees.

Forests shall rise and so will I

Forming a parlor for us.

Every evil comes dressed in lace

They come to afternoon tea.

I know the devil has my face

She talks on, and I listen.

We negotiate all the world

What should live and what should burn.

We sit, and I am undisturbed

I’ve bargained with her before.

She is stubborn, but so am I

Weary souls are not for sale.

She is ceaseless, but so am I

I will not let her consume.

We sit with knives concealed in wrists

I could kill me to kill her.

I am willing, but she resists

She knows the power I have.

So I know that none can break me

Because I’ve sat down with her.

She has played her hand against me

And I have risen victor.

So sharpen blades and play your cards

Your only tools in this fight.

I’ll shuffle mine and scan your guard

I’ve fought this fight many times.

A courtroom of conversation

Waits for you to step inside.

A game of negotiation

Who will fall and who will rise?