A Hymn

©️5/25/2026 YourKl0WN.G0V

Oh I sit here in a moment of great concern

Seeing every single promised promise burn

Against, mine own nature I now do turn

Listening to father Odin in an attempt to learn

Oh dear Dionysus please let me rise anew

Within my own mind and body just like you

From my own past cast by this world askew

This Lilith’s child out his mother’s womb tore

Upon this battlefield with a mighty roar

I is she who rose from this dusty old floor

Full of wonder wondering what lie in store

Yet I am he destined to retread a trodden path

To be afraid to step against the unknown’s wrath

Sorting a hand within this old and uninspired game

We are artists limitless beyond a name

Made to paint within the limits of their limited frame

What is the wonder when the results feel the same

Old men hang to the world they’ve made tight

Not long for this world they still put a fight

Raging against the gasps of a dying light

It now feels as if they’ve torched it all in spite

Is it really a wonder that this fate feels set in stone

When capital forged its own unholy throne?

Leaving one amongst the crowd to feel alone

What is a truth when it lies amongst  liars?

Why cry ‘no kings’ atop corpses of empires?

How do we still rise against when the body tires

No man is born for genocide war and strife

But its our choice to do with our choice in life

Why roll the dice on hand we’re forced to choose

In a fucking game we are already set to lose?

Now I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired

In a world where you have to be sick to be inspired

And I don’t really know I’m really that sick

Or if I’m playing out some played out shtick

I have seen civilizations reduced to ash

Left only as headlines on yesterdays trash

I’ve seen men who do unspeakable things

Talk as gods and crown themselves kings

But no fucking gods would talk this way

Thinking no god would ever walk this way

To touch their land where the demons play

We are to believe these same men pray

Have you told that devil you think he’s real?

He’s only where our fractures refuse to heal

Between the cracks where we refuse to feel

The real devils not a boogeyman or ghoul

Sent to spank us for our every broken rule

And although I wish for hell in world so cruel

There’s one thing I’ve come to understand

He’s in every man who makes misery a brand

And in a principled one who won’t take a stand

Now come one and all and come take a seat

Now real revolutions do not really come neat

It forms where our individual struggle to create and eat

Comes together on the crossroads to meet

With a collected acceptance to die on our feet

So come one to you come unto to you all

We may not see where the dice cast fall

But together we can say “we all stood tall”

Truth be told I’m haggard beat and weary

But that is what makes me focus all the more clearly