Kingofanarchy

GRAVITAS Why, oh, why, Hephaestus, be so divinely un-divine. While Jesus turned the other cheek, Buddha set crossed legs down by the creek, But you-- you leapt right to her defense. Too bad the upright are first to limp, And why waste worship on the almighty wimp Why love a cripple, when you could fuck a pimp? You can even catch them in the deed; It won’t change the Olympians’ holy creed; So go ahead and cut that useless limb. Such abuse makes you just like man, No thundering arrows, no rolling ruled lands. You’re just barely immortal, and good with your hands. You’re heavenly Hephaestus, the divinely un-divi

There was a wild magic man With wonderful wizardly ways Who with just the shake of his hand Could make shadows sing and sway. There was a painter who likewise. Played tricks with colors and light He dressed canvas with sweet disguise and from them sprung truths so bright. And when it went from dawn to day And all the shadows hid away The painter’s works sat out to dry-- to sit forever weaving fact from lie.

It's easy these days, to rip on the gays, to bash on the blacks, to lead the attacks, no one inspires. Nothing's required, to break and take, to crush what's lush, Killing's easy; dying's even better, Foolish words that I've heard, From the idiotic who've been lured. To make someone feel, to make someone think, to be able to heal, to put love in your ink, That is a gift, to be able to lift, to be able to love, to be able to grow, to be able to know, and to be able to show. I don't want to hear what tires you, I want to hear what inspires you. What would you die for? cry for? live for? give for? Life's too short to