The Nightengale Sings

A nightengale perched atop the tallest and oldest tree in the Garden of Eden,
She then sang the most beautiful song her heart ever mustered and said,
"Fuck it! From now on I'ma cherp free verse
Till the earth spins reverse on axis.
And the people sing...
Nightengale...sing us a song,
Sing us your fears,
Sing us your tears,
Nightengale...sing us a love song!"
But there are no more love songs.
There is no love...
The nightengale watched love die when Adam bit into that fucking apple.
There has been no love since that day
Only cheap mascarade mask version we manifest
To appease our sense of longing for a feeling long deceased .
We charge the nightengale as a hieratic but praise Issaac Newton as a scholar?
They both charge us with the truth...it's your perspective which blinds you.
Blocks all of reality out so you only see what your astigmatic two eyes allow.
The nightengale chooses another path because we've left her no options..
Choosing an alternative path to express the her pain
Cause watching the most important feeling in the world wither away never to return
Has drove her mad!
How depressing it would be to see something foolishly satired and unwittingly depicted as love.
While you wine on like a scratched up Keith Sweat record...
"nightengale....sing us a song,
Sing us your fears,
Sing us your tears,
Nightengale....sing us a love song...
One last love song...
For our poor ears."
No nightengale!
No more love songs...the time for that has passed!
Keep spittin' this new found truth...
Keep living this lifestyle which maybe difficult for some to understand...
Your revolution will not be in vain!
Soon...they will forget the love song...
And maybe...just maybe once that happens,
Love can once again be reborn...
Be genuine....
Be pure...
And find you perched on the highest branch
In the tallest tree in the Garden of Eden,
Where you're smiling because you've changed the world...
And she finally understands and loves you the way you've loved her since time began.