Please mourn for the effeminate
And indeed the celibate
Of opinion for disdain
But weep do not for the desolate
I will not hold out my hands to you
Bleed some tears to dress these wounds
I hear your cries behind those lies
Can you smell the disorder
Admist the ranks of the humanoid
The depravity of simplicity
No longer appeals to those from within this world
The admirable protector
Of what is seen and what is held
Demands naive participation
A contribution of your-self
Infiltrate
Assimilate
Their harmonic state
Those who rise above your graven deceit
Material gain
Pleasure sustained
The mask of a god
But you're empty inside, paper sceptered fool
Numerical warfare ablaze
Consuming all unable to calculate
The equations of prime importance
A freak thought on the path to oblivion
Abdication of logic
Forfeit all values for the crown of profit
Man the throne of induced contentment
Temporary, by no means an achievement
All our trust in you will be bound down
Should your lies be allowed to prevail
One by one we converge with the old
Should control of your fall willfully fail
Purge out responsibility
Amidst a binge of the decadent
So enthralled, you sift the discharge
Eyes pried for reusable value
Upon observing the hardened star of finality
The truthful cause of infliction may be revealed
Acknowledge the crudity of greed and the misuse of power
And in exuberant denial, brand them as faults!
