At The Crossroads Of Hell

A story told in six parts,

Ronin with a baby cart,

When you stand at the crossroads of hell,

There's no need to tell,

Sleep is just a state of mind,

We are dying all the time,

Long ago a choice was made to live for the grave

Everything is quiet out in the country,

It's the sound of passing time

Silence isn't conservation,

It's a respectful tone,

When it's reciprocated there's nothing anymore,

A Buddhist kills his Master,

This is not aggression,

Enlightened to mortality,

Transcend the cult of one

To truly honor him you must attempt on his life,

He's waiting for a sign