A Lamentation
They were offered Infinity, and yet
They chose a cold and blackened hearth.
I pity them, for I am too scared to pity myself.
The Truth spoke to them and they answered
And their Answer danced across Terra
And now their mouths are silent
Limbs flailing blindly at the resounding blackness
Refracting shafts of broken Light
Warped mirrors of the fog-ridden Sun
Each bearing dying embers of some Fire
Felt by all, known by none
Living under shadows of the Temple
Sons of a lost inheritance
Groping for the branches of one Tree
Snarled by the roots of Another
Decrying that which is by rights theirs
Imbued self-hate, stunted souls
Living in them lies the Truth, the Howl of Beyond
Living as they do, they burn their eyes and cut their tongues
They were offered Transcendence, and yet
They chose a hole of dirt and lies.
I pity them, for I am too scared to pity myself.
They were offered Infinity, and yet
They chose a cold and blackened hearth.
I pity them, for I am too scared to pity myself.
The Truth spoke to them and they answered
And their Answer danced across Terra
And now their mouths are silent
Limbs flailing blindly at the resounding blackness
Refracting shafts of broken Light
Warped mirrors of the fog-ridden Sun
Each bearing dying embers of some Fire
Felt by all, known by none
Living under shadows of the Temple
Sons of a lost inheritance
Groping for the branches of one Tree
Snarled by the roots of Another
Decrying that which is by rights theirs
Imbued self-hate, stunted souls
Living in them lies the Truth, the Howl of Beyond
Living as they do, they burn their eyes and cut their tongues
They were offered Transcendence, and yet
They chose a hole of dirt and lies.
I pity them, for I am too scared to pity myself.
