Lost in Sanity

Martyr

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    -We are lost in sanity;-
    -We have lost insanity-
    (Inspired by Don Quixote de La Mancha)

    A restless wind turns
    As troubled waters churn
    Blind vision unfurls anon
    With the mantle of prophecy

    Battling sailless windmills(X2)

    Peons his peers
    As he to they may appear
    The paragon of trickery
    Upon the altar of ignominy

    Battling sailless windmills

    And the lisp of cherished lips
    Lifts the lilt of idiocracy
    His raiment of white
    Tainted black with hypocrisy

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    Hating the hated, hateful of hatred
    Reflecting an eye to see
    Through the veil of mediocrity

    A silver tongue wagging
    To pretentions visionary
    Splits the tangent with sermons of perfidy
    And so now forked, swallowed and choked
    Retched back for a new soliloquy

    "Sanity may be madness
    But maddest of all is
    To see life as it is
    And not as it should be"

    His face a polished mask
    Cracks a line in the glass
    Reflecting back
    So the eye can now see
    Through the veil of
    Mediocrity

    Battling sailless windmills(X2)

    For he is no more than they
    To him becoming fair prey
    Even if he so aspires
    Entombed in lofty spires

    Battling sailless windmills

    A soul riddled with scars
    With the mien of mortuaries
    To the bitter pride
    Of tuberculosis

    Hating the hated
    Hateful of hatred
    Reflecting an eye to see
    Through the veil of mediocrity

    Perched above so high
    Air alone to impress
    Self-serving
    And vainglorious
    Waiting for praise.

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    Composición: Daniel Chewy Mongrain

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