Even Still from Stone September by Cesky

when the heart is a constant soldier
in a war of old design
when the weak are scattered truly
where the sun can never shine

when your eyes are the walking wounded
cross a landscape burnt to dust
onward Christian soldier
onward now you must

till the earth opens wide to swallow you
and drag you deep deep down
they will find your soul in a jar
pulsing underground

and out it on display
behind a plate of glass
and the sons of sons of sons of men you know

will marvel at its burning heart
will marvel at its burning heart
and the plaque beneath will read
even still
even still

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