Rhythm Squire

Monstrosity of indulgence,

King of greed,

Performing what you know,

Replication of dozens before you.

How can one expect better,

From a being disconnected?

There's only room for one.

Pandemonium in the rhythm you delicately assemble,

Creator of melody,

Repetition done grotesquely.

Moments of admiration,

For the dedication to what's been done,

Slave to structure,

Seeker of all.

Temptation of flesh,

How can anyone expect you to walk away?

Isolation of the oasis of compassion,

We watch as you seek to cut the throats that chamber the truth.

Carving out flesh that best fits you,

Discard the corpse that's left.

Master of indulgence,

King of greed,

How can you not see all that's left to be.

Heart seeking compassion,

Tumbles to pity.

Rhythm squire,

You were just doing all that you know.

So sure of yourself.

Have you ever considered learning something new?