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 Where the grayscale conjurers (flip it) Where the lifelike perjurers (ride 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 Down the rampart, the vandals given to defeat And down the landscape, the lineman plastered for a week Render unto Caesar
