Protest The Hero Spoils
Endowed with the art of casting names
Upon its being
The humans claim dominion
Over every living f**king thing
Proud as purpose
They became to walk the earth
As they arraigned the common creatures
Caught within the corpus, cursed, conscious human brain
Caught within the corpus, cursed, conscious human brain
Every word ever written will fall short
Of its intent
Even spoke or sung or screamed
They will betray what they have meant
They will betray what they have meant
They will betray what they have meant
Launguage is the heart's lament
A weak attempt to circumvent
The loneliness inherent in the search for permanence
Like all the future ghosts
Who scratch their names in wet cement
Demeaning meaning as they shout out
At the emptiness
Demeaning meaning as they shout out at the emptiness
Abstraction's the stake between the anima and animus
Deflesh the word as scourge of human destiny.
Behold the world in other people, life is clarity.
