If you step on mine Then I'll have to step on yours Life in a minefield
Unsteady hands with a key Leaves many scratches to see On the escutcheon That protects the truncheon Behind the locked door That can break the glass In case of emergency
I wear an escutcheon Over my head to protect My many stimuli keyholes From falsehood formed truncheon
Metal escutcheon Around perception keyhole Is scratched and pitted From inanities truncheon Efforts to unlock function
Evil was seeping Torture attic was weeping Eaves dripping with red
A Scroll Threw Life 