Bullets of Bronze Baptista


I am a cancer, like the sign, not the plague
Groping for innocence in Lucifer's cabin,
Finding the warmer north and frosty south,
As an alpha without teeth,
And a sword as blunt as cupid,
So I set forth, with a crucifix nocked,
And a bow so devoid of shooting stars,
Perhaps I will hound you till the apocalypse,
But rest assured, you are safe.