What's that beneath you?
Are you yeilding to it's complete embrace?
You never had self-loathing
And I admire you for it
You should have made yourself a little more scarce;
No one would have heard you casting
Were you made a part of the concrete
When you trusted that strange crook?
Are your hands cradeling maggots today?
The 4th lion never did kiss your skin
You were always unique in that way
If I taught you how to dissect,
Wouldn't that make you omniscent?
If it were true,
You would recognize bridges
The meek will carry on
But they are not beneath you