Sordid songs to sing along
Séance with temptations
Let them creep
Those weeds and vines
Upon your soul's foundations
Bodacious beats belay our brains
Evoking endless echoes
Cacophonies of callous chords
Arouse the loins of Eros
We make them and they make us
These melodies of mire
And piece by piece we sacrifice
Our ears upon the pyre
But not just ears
For so it goes
Concupiscence unsated
But next goes eyes
And mouths
And hands
Our senses decimated
And sophists swell with sentiments
Confusing truth for beauty
Selling souls sweet rhetoric
And labels that are pretty
Those puissant are most perdu
Yet drive the mobs like cattle
And they are slaves
Within the grasp
Of he who addles apples
Two masters, nay, we cannot serve
For one we must deceive
And sinking slowly in the sand
We suffocate on screams
Yet let the silent melody
That patters in the rain
Be the cure of sweet demure
Amidst the soul deranged
Above the clouds’ cacophony
There is a symphony
That echoes here in moments brief
A baby’s laugh so sweet
It comes not forth with pompous drum
Nor in such loud parade
Yet when it makes one utterance
The world can’t match its weight
“The furthest degree of slavery is reached when they devote themselves to boxes and abrogate the possession of reason which is theirs; for once they lower their eyes from the light of the highest truth down to the world of darkness below, they are then shrouded in a cloud of ignorance, and become confused by destructive emotions.”
~ Boethius, Consolation of Philosophy