fraterS.O.L.
Bill Nye
morosity comes on wings of daylight burnt
Fragments of reason strewn nonchalantly 'cross great lengths
to remember, to feel, to pretend, to lie
Presuming things we assumed were true weren't
Denounces the idiosyncrasies we masqueraded as strenghths
to live, to learn, to be wrong, to die
peacocking 'round dilapidated thronerooms
caper cutting paper dolls strung like grim decor
to fight, to win, to claim, to breed
the tenacity of ignominious bridegrooms
brake for oblivion, and not once before
he trys, he fails, he cries, he bleeds
dead in the water lay the debris of our hubris
gurgling a foul stenchend death knell
indistiguishable from its bed of putrescent reffuse
that, of yore, we called home, now dubbed hell
only the stalwart can expect deliverence
only the languid can expect deaths release
only the apathetic can express ambivalence
only the empaths stay crying on their knees
oracle to some, cretin to others
only the poet can tell whats unseen
and only on the premise that she'll obscure
the wolf on the loose in the style of sheep
a nearly Herculean task, for those who asked
to wax horrific whilst in le chant du cygne, all bask
Fragments of reason strewn nonchalantly 'cross great lengths
to remember, to feel, to pretend, to lie
Presuming things we assumed were true weren't
Denounces the idiosyncrasies we masqueraded as strenghths
to live, to learn, to be wrong, to die
peacocking 'round dilapidated thronerooms
caper cutting paper dolls strung like grim decor
to fight, to win, to claim, to breed
the tenacity of ignominious bridegrooms
brake for oblivion, and not once before
he trys, he fails, he cries, he bleeds
dead in the water lay the debris of our hubris
gurgling a foul stenchend death knell
indistiguishable from its bed of putrescent reffuse
that, of yore, we called home, now dubbed hell
only the stalwart can expect deliverence
only the languid can expect deaths release
only the apathetic can express ambivalence
only the empaths stay crying on their knees
oracle to some, cretin to others
only the poet can tell whats unseen
and only on the premise that she'll obscure
the wolf on the loose in the style of sheep
a nearly Herculean task, for those who asked
to wax horrific whilst in le chant du cygne, all bask