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And so low verses shall replace
The Muse's prose vernacular
As it seeks to inspire grace and stir
The spirit into the waxing spectacular
Yet rhymes need not rhythm nor structure in verse
As we navigate here before the wheels
Ignorant from carriage in cradle
To the ferryman's hearse
Shall my lucky penny lost to the fountain
Come up bad in time to save me an eye across Styx?
Or will we be damned to navigate Dante's circles blind
Lost amongst the multitudes of sinners
Blending in, another nameless soul in the mix?
Or will we find ourselves instead declared winners?
Perched on pedestals to receive trophies from life?
Give me two meals a day and fair sailing weather
Grant my father peace, my mother salvation
And bring me a witch that I might make her my wife
And together shall we circumnavigate
The fishbowl we find our souls confined to in love
Spitting wicked wisdom with forked serpent tongues
Merrily on our way, harmless as doves
Helping others freely to ascend Jacob's rungs
As we seek escape to those starry heavens
Leaving no friend behind to wonder where we did go
Life is a mere play, its acts number seven
So don your costume's favorite face
And for both saints and sinners,
Put forth your best show
Dance the dance that Salome had made profane
Be divine in your choreographic charade
For don't you know, sweet child of the earth?
There are things much finer than money to be gained!
Be immortal in your convictions, go do as thou wilt!
You're the finest abomination that God ever made!
Be not worried of church critics casting guilt,
You shall not suffer the death intended by the heretic's blade
For all has been made right in your accounts
As kept by the Lord of the Ledger
No debt of yours now remains
So go forth, you bastard, you charlatan whore
As you step down from the pulpit, the congregation begs: 'More!'
Surrender your sermon of quips to their obstinate ears
Be the fire in their hearts and the source of their fears
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Damn wtf