The Human Condition
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Aren't we all like Perseus?Looking for what we can conquerFor what will give us gloryAnd immediate satisfaction?
A ruthless affliction A dark addiction To create for commission Imagination, Submission Call 'em as I see 'em We're just i n it for the sum Of the parts of out hearts Contorting bodied into art.
Up in the bell tower
Over yonder way
They ring for the hour
Of twelve on God’s days
Upon the carillon
Guised in a garb pitch dark
A man plays a song
Which sets a mood so stark
