Beseeching now the sonic heavens Seeking for accord to find The clashing titan symphonies That prove their muse is most divine
By Michael Brandon Marchese3 years ago in Poets
They need you to want They want you to need Everything you don’t need For to feed And to breed And relinquish your greed
Is there no one else Who can match my revision Or best me in combat And wars of attrition Waged on blank pages Engaged against foes
We have risen from dirt To be stewards of earth To account for all life Free of value or worth Evergreen in our growth
A Midas touch will fade to dust All heroes turn to sand For nothing means a thing Without a price tag on a man So River Styx becomes my flow
Not about how I look It’s about how I feel Don’t aspire to model Unreal Abs of steel Body images forged In a foundry of fake
Type caste system arch villain chillin’ like Ivan The terrible chemical weapon describin’ The end of the world vibin’ lionized Mayan
Only the dead see the end and its peace So I keep it like Middle East priests on the beat No retreat, I delete any cottonmouth’s tweet
What does it all matter Religion and science The future is now And the gods are behind us Reminding us where we let
Figuratively I’d like to believe But realistically speaking Don’t wish to deceive You with what I have been through
Prophet of lightning Herald of gods As the master of self Tell me, what are your flaws? Do you lurk in the shadows
To put it precisely As drunk as I am And as high as I’ve been I just wasn’t the same Than I was tonight With my friends