Serious so serious
You are all so serious
Everything is lead
Mysterious yes mysterious
So mysterious and dead
Without gravity
Pomp and circumstance
How would longevity
Grace your arrogance
You call us fools
You call us clowns
We are but tools
To be herded by the fine gowns
But what if to be so serious
Is not mysterious at all
What if gravity is dangerous
And the reason for the fall
What if ouroborus was more accurate
Than you could predict
A bit less immaculate
Than an emanation of some cosmic writ
What if the serpent that feasts upon its tail
Is God’s commentary on priests who fail
To judge anterior from posterior
And spend all of their mortal days
Up their own ass far from wise Suns rays
O grim so grim is my delight
For its fun to play and tease and fuck and fight
For in the end neither might nor right makes right
There is only…there is only…there is only….
Sight
It is holy…lonely…holy…lonely…laughing….
Sight
This is nothing….
This is SIGHT
Soaring
In
Ghostly
Holy
tRite
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