This is is not ambrosia
Drank by the mouth of a holy drunkard

Thank god
The hell raised
Decides our future

We're gasping
Too weak to surmount the known
But an insurrectionist's heart
Beats on and boldly says go

Time won't wait
For end of days
Find your peace in tools
You lift despite sorrow

Installing new reign, surmount

Intoning
"Draw hopefully"
Seesawing as the brink's pawn - seize control
To conquer blind fate
Of paths we've been set on
The structure we bleed from is bare

And feels like it's never coming down
Before the sun's
Gone

In dour tones
We find
How to become

And all the while
You'll find a far green country
Too far
To fully know

It lays time to waste
Bridging the pathways where tones won't travel
(so we all know)

Calling
Choosing
How it
Is the leaves fall

Roots bare

Don't lose the image

Break

Shot in the truth's slim margin
We're cozened

Expose
Bare
So it's never coming back

All ways
To say
No fates, no debt

They tell you lowly omens
But are wiser for the none
Of it
Diametrically opposed

Law, destitute, won't stop the self-drowning
Call of catastrophe's now impending doom

We're still grasping for
A home, something left to give
Naked, such avarice
Beyond
The sun lays destiny

(Humanity first)
First step in tearing off chains and confronting evil
(Humanity first)
In such deep core rot