Letters From The Colony Vulpes
The voice of reason is shed through the halls
Responsibility denied
To shun the idea of free thought
And hail the appears
No more a truth than a bold faced lie
You sink your teeth into proven minds
And as for answers to cling to
You turn to one and only one:
A battered drone with conflicts of perfection
A Caesar adorned through a twisted perception
I will ascend through the skies as they diverge and
uphold
All that is, truth restraints, gratitude and all demise
No one knows the answers
No one comprehends
Prepare for trepidation
Prepare for neglect
Prepare for sorrow
No divine holds more allure;
You're oblivious through core
Never will we know for sure
Whether there is something more
To know, to see
To deny, or to be
All is lost though all is found
Since like us all, you are earthbound
