I just wrote home to tell you this I did just my very best I went far but got stuck there I picked up the pieces, I was your vigilante soldier But the mass of the Earth just weighed too heavily on me How can truth be opinion? How can fact be right and wrong? The familiar turned strange, good and evil unhinged My utilitarian comfort unsettled Consequentialist moral reasons categorically examined Selfknowledge is a loss of innocence! I heard your call to arms Set off the doomsday alarm But never heard back So, I set out alone I dont believe all Ive been shown A quest for truth and fact I passed a desert town Uninhabitable pastures of ash brown Abandoned structures littered like an Aerstan scene But then desperate people appeared They had lived in constant drought for ten years Ever since pollution got the best of them wiped them clean So, I thought Ill take their curse away! Let them flourish, Ill take the pain I lifted their drought and went on my way So, Im asking you, help me carry? Im Atlas, Jesus and Hades Wont someone please take this weight off of me? The destination is obsolete The journey is bittersweet Logic and consistency do not mix with morality Justify the atrocities, the trump card never fails Remove the greed and the ego, and the conscience prevails No longer emptyhanded I stopped at the coast to rest But found a flood of people drowning in a sea of hatred They begged and pleaded End this war! Have acceptance and Peace restored! So, I drank up all their poison oaths So, Im asking you, help me carry? Im Atlas, Jesus and Hades Wont someone please take this weight off of me? The destination is obsolete Theres nothing left but wrong with me Global systems all degrading Ill take the problems so the World can breathe And I have nowhere to take them So, forever, theyll accompany me The future is much longer than the past I picked up wrongs along the way, removed them from the mass But, I still had to jettison things to outrun gravity And not wanting to further pollute I just left behind parts of me Im collecting your tradition, your religion, your depression Im trading in your affection to put us all to sleep So, here I lay, bent shoulders, broken ribs I sink into the Earth and all I can hope is To take this baggage to the grave one more step I cannot take by the time you read this Ill have passed away
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