Bemused Lord
I heard there was a secret retelling,
Of a bemused Lord who sat on his throne.
And of a fool who was unable to reach him.
So finally the Lord let out a sigh,
Leaving the fool to quote his lies.
It was beautiful, you see.
He besmirched the Lord.
So they chopped off the fool's head.
For what he said.
The Truth could never be read.
It's how historians make their marks.
They call it victory.
But the fool's head rolls…
And his fatherless children call it:
Depravity!
We are all animals.
Buzzing like dragonflies.
What are we going to say?
How are we going to lie?
Bees in the brains.
We might be going crazy.
(Hey!)
The black forest is burnt.
By a massive fire beast.
Yet glows green,
In God's hallowed peace.
I walk through open doorways.
Don't turn back now,
Or forever know you're
Not in a good place.
Life is full of circles gone silly,
Find some Fun in it,
Find some Love in it,
Find your Mark.
Unexamined it can be very plain.
When you don't look.
Nothing comes to the surface.
But the truth shall be present,
Every day.
In every way.
Anchored around our necks,
Like a childhood home,
Of our past.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
Don't listen to a word I say.
The Green Folks,
Are pressuring me.
You just cannot turn water,
into juicy, sweet wine.
Or dry scratchy hey,
into gold any time of day.
But we are here!
But we are here!
But we are here!
Let the Grand Lord unwind.
Give him enough rope,
It's only a matter of time.
Folks are fools.
Folks are fools.
But listen closely.
And even a fool,
Can have his day.
Quote the Lord,
And read it back,
What he might say,
And next time you might have,
His head on display.
The heart can never truly be,
Chopped away!
But even a colossal Jerk,
Can be swiftly removed,
With one massive Hack.
(La. La. La. La. La.)
(La. La. La. La. La.)
(La. La. La. La. La.)
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