I want to have a talk with Zeus
About the beaten brilliance of
a baby boy abused
About the Antithesis of Geriatrichs
asking for something new
Why Zeus!? You're a creep
sneaking around my room
Get out! Get out!
you gambler in flukes
try to untangle my maze
of truth

I'll trap you- Singe the edges of your
too perfect feet
On my knees and you begin to
really feel the heat

Only here may I be sane
only here do my family
hold hands and faith
trembling
as we ruminate
into the next faze.
I'm not conflicted as to whether
you should sway
or stay.
I'll just creep around lighting tiny fires again.


And I'll trap you- Singe the edges of your
too perfect feet
On my knees and you begin to
really feel the heat

Zeus whispered to live low in this
enforced sobriety
wonder whether these good natured folk'll
awaken one day to fire me.
I'd throw my hands up to lord Zeus almighty
for the bankrupt family members who'd
hold me
tightly.

So Finally there is a canon
we can all agree on -
Rising sound of the bright future
you just 'happened upon'
The boom of the molotov cocktail
that you refused to run from.

Fire and Brimstone! I curse you into success
I curse you into a weak, flinching, mess.
Potential contribited to constellations
of torture and duress
Now you can light tiny fires with
one
exalting
breathe
whilst I bust myself up
cuttin' up your flesh.

I'll trap you- Singe the edges of your
too perfect feet
On my knees and you begin to
really feel the heat

Today dear Zeus, I smashed two mirrors
with my back right heel
Saw your face in a fragment saying
"well that's about five thousand days bad luck my dear"
I said "thats just making up for the last 19 years"
And can you believe it? Zeus dissappeared!


Now before a cross and before my boss;
Before my awful, absent God.
I shed a tear as I kneel.

and kneel. and kneel. and kneel.