To which saint should one pray
For a life lived astray
with a song in heart and smile upon their face
Unencumbered by others perceived disgrace
Where will this man be sent
for never praying the rent
On a soul they all say comes pre-stained
And can only fly free if restrained

This is the story of a truly evil man
He does not remember who he is
or the twisted things he did in the past.  
He lives a life unencumbered with regret, or guilt.
Free to move forward in the world.  
A ship suddenly at full sail with no anchor.
Just brightness and possibility
and speed from the lightness of a bleach spotless soul.
Then one day a sickening spark is ignited.  
Like a flash going off
gives a brief glimpse of things that wait in the dark.  
Soon the occasional flash becomes a strobe light.  
All his actions from the past coming flickering back into view.  
Like a madman running at you from across a field.
The strobe always blinking.  
What will he do when the madman gets to him,
becomes him,
reclaims him,
is him
again?

like the lion became the house cat
and the wolf became the poodle
*** has been domesticated
it has been made small and controllable
your desires have been selectively bred
down to acceptable sizes
nothing too grand
or over the top
stray too far from the center
and they will
castrate you in the press

At the crack of dawn
The day already lay broke
I rummaged through its pockets
Hoping to find more time
But they were empty
as empty as my dreams
Of love, and power, and glory
They told me I could be anything
but there is not time to be everything