I've formed an opinion, and so hear my entreaty:
I met a man, he had a plan, of wrath and acrimony
When I met him it was strange, in the way my feet did walk
On the path of hypocrisy

For a minute I was stayed, then came to me my secret fall
On the path to enlighten me
Leaning close his head to me, he said clearly
"Just bend the knee!

Concede your fated succour.
Warrior:
Ne'er will you reclaim, what you lost if you delay
So bend the knee!"

Buried desire spews forth, to be a man again
Released from shackles that the Gods in their ire wish I retain
In this mire of conceit that aspires naught
Capitulate, never to sate this hunger
For life without pain nor the scent of the shame
That rears its head in Loti's stead.
The secret, the folly of wishfully thinking

That horrors are worth linking
To what in deed abides.
These feelings are infringing
On what is needed by
The people of my Kingdom,
My scion and my wife
An Odyssey completed
But a king sacrificed

"Revealed unto thee, thy destiny rife
With doubts, appearing uncertain
All the people you'd sacrifice
To not to lift the curtain

And to thy son's disgrace
Disparaged by thy peasants"

This is what I've become
A face of Momos' aspersions

"So bend the knee, only then will you be free
Free to take, and compensate for capture by
Building a pyre to
Burn up your morals who'd
Obfuscate your freedom to make
Adjustments to deal with reparations unless

You kill these agents of stress
These Vultures of your strife
These pleas of devolution
What you know deep inside
So clear and yet just pretense
The folly of a life
Lived in just restitution
In the shadow of the Knife

Now heed these words of warning:

If thou would continue on this path towards Phoebe
You'll meet a man who has a plan of sloth and apathy
When you meet him he will claim: 'Stay with me my little one
On this path of delusion'"

Leaning close my head to him, I said clearly
"I'll bend the knee"

"Fierce the fire, the pain, unraveled in just corporeal distrain
Reach up to me in just complaint, I'll cut off these beseeching arms with a Myth's blade

Kneel now in submission to this bloody-eared cognition
Of this path of self remission wrought devoid a Guide of Souls
Avoiding this corporeal crime"

Never know of the despotic claim, of the tyranny
The decrying claimant sought
Thus falls a King of mind so just
To folly bequeathed amidst the scenes of my mind's sour choleric feast

Disruption claims my heart
Corruption enters through my art
With that capacity
To turn my voyage into hearsay

Abased I claim my crown

Weighted in folly the crown
Wading 'ward solace you lucidly drown
Fate decreed that my reign be devoid of this
Spurious and fallacious thing that we've destroyed to dismiss

Weighted is the crown

In fear I live that my greatest part did drown

The Cyclops' Eye

"Whatever you want, I will give it to thee, and I will submit to the
Overriding Tyrants call"
It's been calling since immemorial time
Ready or not I must be willing to see the blood-faced Warrior-King
That these islands' people sought

And now conceding that the time
Has come for grief and mourning to be cast-off in sanguine hued seas

Wearing me down
Atrocious waves
Eroding my crown
Of Gnostic faith

Deep in the pyre of remorse lies a flame
Curled in an ember of memory's halls that one day
Will unfurl and blaze with the knowledge:
In past pain can be found sanctuary
Discarded morals
End conceit

Fury is wont to take leave of oneself
Shift the blame
Curing empathy's vain chimeric woes
With past pain, a solace 'neath Acheron's waves
These dark morals
Sought in vain