I don't usually share what I write, but I was really proud of this one and I wanted to know what people thought. So here it is: Eight Day Man, or Requiem for a Zeta Eight-day man ain't got a plan Broke and living on the street Found some snow in the desert heat and Sold it cause a man's gotta eat Made more money than he'd ever seen Right around then brown eyes turned green Carved a Z into a tree And into the people's minds And into a policeman's chest It was all for the best, he said He was good to the rest, he said But the cops disagreed It was all for his greed, they said Law's what you need, they said Friends with no god 'cept the god of this world Even the god of this world was scared Hired guns kept the peace And the peace kept the war And the war kept making money but it wasn't about money, no It wasn't about money anymore What God forgets this world remembers As September slips into December And the lights turn off each night When a life is mourned and a death is praised When a savior still has to be raised And the people longing to be saved Have only hope and nothing more Are abandoned at the church's door And they'll look for any open door And they'll pray to any welcome lord Be it heaven or hell or snow Gods may die but people grow But only eight days old
