Oh, the Madness

I've been to battle and tasted blood...
Why have you forgotten me here?
I've vaulted over Olympus and landed hard in unreality.
I've landed with a sickening thud.
Encapsulating my bad dog breath life,
I've caused a little girl to sharpen her sword.
Encapsulating my days of bleary eyed sadness.
Encapsulating my days of torturing my wife.
Burying those fallen in the field,
Why, oh why, can't I feel their sadness?
Burying the truth with blindness.
Burying the words I knowÐthe weapons I wield.
How, oh why must I live to bear this burden?
To rip out the throat of the men in spring.
How, oh why do I do these atrocities?
How, oh why don'tt I let you get a word in?
There must be a method to all this madness—
Some underlying golden thread.
There must be some need for a secular reality.
There must be a need for all this piercing sadness.
Dreamers scream the lines to King Lear, scolded by the cauldron boils.
Dreamers scream their wishes of kindness,
Dreamers scream as they take their last breath...
Dreamers scream as Julius Caesar steals their last breath.

Oh, the Madness... Oh, the Ides of March.

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