This is the bleak,
the running crying freak.
Forlong'd tOkens of broken ambition.
In the willing well for those who die wishin'.
So brush up this time for the lost and the vain.
Create, in the image of his fallen state.

Hail to the breakers,
Clawing their binds alone.
Hail to the makers,
Weaving words from song.

With the do-do's and da-da's,
A new world emerges.
From a broken cusp,
Rises actions and urges.
Selling your face on the wall,
Proving the loss and the fall.

Hail to the Wise Dead,
Havign played right their part.
Hail to Fool's Head,
Having wished with their heart.

Joking rhymers scheme and smirk.
Fighting thrivers are put hard to work.

In this dark'ning age,
Full of truth and rage,
Searching night and day,
For the wronger way.
With this heart of death,
They will see no breath.
And may summon us,
For their dying trust.

I'm in falling, fly.