Unto Caesar

Accident or intention

It's already history

Random or intelligent

The mute march into victory

Innocent or innocent enough to say

"I did what I did, I did what I did only"

Render unto Caesar

Scrawled and all illegible

You kept yourself hidden well

Sprawling and inflexible

The world asked you for nothing else

So and forward, lifelong in the gentle breeze

Moral as a leaf, to fall and to decease, you

Render unto Caesar

("When should we bust into harmony?")

Where the grayscale conjurers (flip it)

Where the lifelike perjurers (write it)

Where the vested spectators (watch it)

Where the weapon chancellor (gun it)

Where the twilight mandolin (play it)

Where the high custodian (mop it)

Where the panic violent (panic)

Where the crabby handmaiden is (scrub it)

Down the line, down the mercenary barbary

Down the line, dead the martyrs' morbid poetry

("What are we singing?")

("Uh, that doesn't make any sense what you just said. Hey, can you—")

Down the rampart, the vandals given to defeat

And down the landscape

The lineman plastered for a, for a, for a week

Render unto Caesar

Render unto Caesar