The Calm from MYSTERIES by Monarch Mtn

Into the city, we will drive
The package to the docks
The seat beside me, my .45
Concealed but always cocked

And into the alley, from the street
I run into your friends
But do they know I brought the heat
All the way from New Orleans
And I am violent
Then accosted by the calm
Calm

And from the shipyard, pockets lined
I want to buy a drink
From what I sold I pinched some lines
To wet my swollen beak

And I walk into the room to find
Your vision has been freed
And the weight that once brought peace of mind
Now brings me to my knees
And I am violent
Then accosted by the calm
The calm

Beyond the garden, hypnotized
The origin of my breath
The hand that yields us, shields our eyes
Upon the gilded crest

And I open up the door to find
My body is possessed
This infant child lost his mind
Upon the fields of death
And I am violent
And then accosted by the calm
Calm

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