All Unquiet Things
The last signs of life,
At the end of all things.
At the edge of your knife,
Sweet reckoning rings.
The executioner reigns,
Say the words he knows best
Your freedom in chains
Your hope laid to rest.
The judges and kings,
Dead without trial.
And all unquiet things
Live in silent denial.
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