Beautiful Is This Burden

	Languid skin invigorate!
	Our vacant lot extend
	to us a gratitude, so that we may
	bestow purpose upon thyself.
	We the inverted host,
	unhallowed magnitude.
	Divided by our deeds,
	resulted internment.
	I have gleaned truths
	in primeval forms,
	the absence of his mark
	has left me with no choice
	To turn my ears away,
	to shut my eyes forever.
	And open up anew
	upon our humble plight.
	The quality of renewal,
	adept we wax and wane,
	transitory and glorious
	fortifying lifes reach.
	Unbridled by a master
	with every step we take,
	he closer courts disaster,
	the jester takes a bow.
	Beyond these confines
	many noble voices shrill,
	behind each throat a vibrant will.
	An audience so hungry.
	The gauze between each plane,
	many worlds adorned,
	those singled out by heaven
	the loudest mind of all.
	Bleeding from these walls,
	the loudest mind of all!
	Torches lit! Light bearers!
	En masse the cavalcade does form,
	our bodies bound alluvium!
	Cast your fire! Fill this hollow!
	Euphoric surf rails vehemently,
	relentless surge! our fevers break!
	With pick and axe we will wield the aether.
	With whetted blades, we’ll hone this realm.
	We will build a tower, a concentric city.
	A minaret of great magnitude
	apogee of our resolve.
	I will climb atop, I will spread my wings
	and touch ten million other worlds
	and I will sing my surmon.
	My words will carry upon solar winds.
	Will be so loud as to envelope his voice!

	Languid skin invigorate!
	Our vacant lot extend
	to us a gratitude, so that we may
	bestow purpose upon thyself.
	We the inverted host,
	unhallowed magnitude.
	Divided by our deeds,
	resulted internment.
	I have gleaned truths
	in primeval forms,
	the absence of his mark
	has left me with no choice
	To turn my ears away,
	to shut my eyes forever.
	And open up anew
	upon our humble plight.
	The quality of renewal,
	adept we wax and wane,
	transitory and glorious
	fortifying lifes reach.
	Unbridled by a master
	with every step we take,
	he closer courts disaster,
	the jester takes a bow.
	Beyond these confines
	many noble voices shrill,
	behind each throat a vibrant will.
	An audience so hungry.
	The gauze between each plane,
	many worlds adorned,
	those singled out by heaven
	the loudest mind of all.
	Bleeding from these walls,
	the loudest mind of all!
	Torches lit! Light bearers!
	En masse the cavalcade does form,
	our bodies bound alluvium!
	Cast your fire! Fill this hollow!
	Euphoric surf rails vehemently,
	relentless surge! our fevers break!
	With pick and axe we will wield the aether.
	With whetted blades, we' ll hone this realm.
	We will build a tower, a concentric city.
	A minaret of great magnitude
	apogee of our resolve.
	I will climb atop, I will spread my wings
	and touch ten million other worlds
	and I will sing my surmon.
	My words will carry upon solar winds.
	Will be so loud as to envelope his voice!