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Some labyrinths aren't that complex |
Minotaur [Pantheon, part V] Wallowing in labyrinths, such beasts of burden dwell; bullshit hoarded, stood on plinths, such statutes set up well Crooked, leaning to their traits, Medusa's locks... portents; Whilst Cyclops opt to know their fate ... to view the way it ends 'midst crass investigations, jigged, report cards hidden, closed; a jury of peers, rigged, and judgements self imposed Redacted swathes, a bygone maze, left mired buried well; viewed long through a poison haze, the chalice, toxic, swells Silencing such minotaurs, half human, half bull... whole; hybrid beings, hybrid laws, Demarked in chalk and coal Scrawled across a chalk board black, a white board vague, yet clear; teachings from a bygone track, 'midst lessons taught in fear Rules set firm for all to see, for all to act as one; guidelines spun so hazily, 'midst gardens in the sun Elysian fields, grain stained blue, red, yellow, purple... stirred; lies farmed hollow, straining through, a harvest, mass interred Another crime, a red flagged sign, reports made, laid and gone; another line to draw in time, and casually move on Down stark roads raised on dark remains, flesh, muscle, sinew, bone; with golden sand, by red blood stained, a speaker on his throne A speaker mute, as grains cascade, the hourglasses turn; with tomes redacted, truths unmade, charred ashes line the urn A road to hell with ill laid plans, seeds ignorant, long sowed; forever kicking sinful cans, ... forever down this road Reaping all the benefits a system's cheated woes; seaping in the skin deep, it's..., it's drawing to a close Closing in, cut off the head, Olympus mount's at stake; a puppet hanging by a thread, dark masters in his wake We dare to dream of icarus, wings waxen to the sun; 'midst pantomimes cast serious, it ends as it begun with bullshit hoarded on such plinths, through not so common homes; wallowing in labyrinths, ... such beasts of burden roam |