Away With That Old World

We do not want dialogue but destruction!
A thousand rusty words and dusty books
blown to the earths edge
We do not want your hand but your throat,
Running blood pumping life back into this world
We do not want to compromise but
to seize every hour,
To put the preachers tongue on the gallows,
to let the wind carry all off us away.
What we want is
to see