Dysfunctia
The lament of the naturally-born... and weak.
Jericho's Walls have withstood the pre-prescribed treatment...
Shut out and buried, weary and miserable strides
Through the dark of deplorable summers and long frozen winters
Depression... Insecurity...
ANXIETY.
Being born in a human's skin, with the weight of duty, responsibility...
Being nailed to the Cross!
Being rendered asunder, by people I wonder--
Could they have been friends?
Is this an untimely end?
It's not right. No, not a bit--my mind.
It's not right, the passion I cherish!
It's not right, nor left nor in Heaven's Divine Holy Plan.
Must I stay here, a Man?
I have done all I can!
Is there some other PLAN?!
Insecurity... Inevitability...
SUPERIORITY. PRIORITIES.
The weight of the yoke--
Isn't this some cruel joke
I'm a "poor irresponsible man..."
I have done all I can.
I HAVE DONE ALL I CAN!
Is there some door to open,
Some token, unspoken demand?
I have done all I can.
I HAVE DONE ALL I CAN!
Why did God make me a MAN?!
And so to this end...
I sit here and pretend...
Not a cause to defend, not a weekend
I spend as a dutiful, Godworthy man...
I have done... done all I can.
They will hoist up my corpse,
Not a mourner will mourn
Save for pitiful sorts
With their hearts full of scorn
Not a one will say... Not a one will know...
I had done...
No.
Duty... Honor. Dilligence. Responsibility. Commitment.
Dedication.
Loyalty...
Superiority...
SUPERIORITY...
NOT AN INCH, NOT A SPECK NOT A SPACE, NO ROOM FOR INFERIORITY...
Isn't this just the price--
In this world filled with lice--
When we twist up the vice--
Crush each humanly vice?!
Not a chance for the weak ones to breathe!
Nothing... nothing else to percieve.
Grow stronger, move forward, or leave.
Not a ear here to listen, a hope still to glisten
On these darkened times...
On Creation's own crimes...
I will be just another...
Not worthy of bother,
Just leave me to flounder,
And stumble and founder
A world where the strong shall succeed!
Is this the UTOPIA we NEED?!
Is THIS the PROGENY we BREED?!
DO YOU THINK THIS PLAN WILL SUCCEED?!
Why is this world filled... with weeds?
Like...
Me?