The Phoenix Archive

original poem, published first in hive.

Hey... you... what's it's gotta take to.. reciprocate? The feathers of the Phoenix has a telling fate... When the winters frost hits the pearling gate, Then ashes will fall upon historians plate

Will they be pleased when the kids no longer play outside? Run and Hyde little ones, off to.. the empty side Where the grass is yellowed from pesticide A tragic self committed homicide

Go and spray my hair with aluminum Has the entire species gone numb Or is something in the water making me dumb Boy this mourning's sun set sure has been a lot of fun

See you all in the next planned cycle of chaotic entropy It's the beginning of a great tragedy The awakening of the dead upon a melody The death of a sincere but tragically funny parody

Watch and learn my little ones I'll pluck every forgotten tones Rattle each silent note to their bones Then flying pigs castles will fall to their own moans

High jumping accountancy Rooftop fountain of hypocrisy Golden bricked streets turned to leprosy Is this reality, or is it all just fantasy?

Confused beheaded lion of of babylon Your spine stretches across the empty lawn Prisoner of the coin you spawn May the devils have mercy upon your coming dawn

Look at it It's already here Look at it Bathing in my tear Look at it Blood ready to smear Look they're rising again my King Lear

Now walking over the skyline's chains I see the why behind the miserable pains It hurts as much as pricing the fallen grains Back against the wall below system's flames

Fall upon my burdened shoulders I'll carry the last of the smolders Heat upon the heavenly folders Burn over me and rise against the scolders

Why has all this been for tolled The call of Cthulhu retold Lies upon the sands of gold It's only a remake of the previous mold