| Felonious Monk And Choir Boy At The Earth Mothers Crypt |
A crashing in the undergrowth Of twisted lies and deeds Choked by the roots of evil Sweating in the shimmering heat of decay Felonious Monk and Choir Boy With bright machete’s slashing Follow the trail now obscured By the bodies of fallen documentary bards Scientists hanging from nooses Rotting and moving though dead Paid for the crime of truthfulness Their integrity now feasts for bugs and petty minds Our heroes move more slowly now As forked tongued Golden Fur-de-lance Strike with fangs of contrived lies Their horde of useless facts their fast acting venom Not much farther to the top of the mound Where sunlight spears pierce the ground And reflect off golden treasure trove Of truth to what is known and can be seen At last they reach the rich green Jade doors Of the dying Earth Mothers Crypt Only to find the key has been hidden Disguised as a dead leaf on the forest floor Their way is barred by their lack of vision As they choke on paid for corporate lies But they only came for the promise of gold Not to resurrect or preserve her life without a profit I guess they aren’t very good heroes, are they? |
