Bound together we lie beneath
This interwoven tapestry
Of lines and stars
For blood and scars
Which dare to tear this world in Twain.
So hark and Mark my words of wisdom
Bold, approach this gilded schism
Here to claim her hapless victim
One more fallen to the system
Veiled beneath a mysticism.
Hearts and minds with crowns they Christen.
Ears wide open do not listen
In any way to what they say
But proudly march against the fray
To stray, hooray!
To save the day from space and time
A river of mud, of blood and wine.
Reason falls to rhythmic rhyme
Bow your heads and stand in line
Ignorant to the sublime!