THE ANNOUNCEMENT(The madness' scribe)
Hear ye! Hear ye!
Where is the mother of her mother?
Or the daughter of her mother?
Where are her sisters and brothers?
Someone get that invisible husband
Married to God, he became a minister
She was left a maddened spinster
A maddened mother to a brother and sister.
Hear ye! Hear ye!
Why do you falter at her sight?
Out of sight, out of mind
She is out of mind, out of sight
Day goes by, night goes by
Stander-by at ease alert
Pretend you do not see that pretty sight
Day goes by, night comes again
You say you do not care for the brain dead
Yet you say her food tastes great
Brain dead autonomy remains
Only when it suits you best
You useless daughter parading your morals
"Anubis, a broken feather for a broken heart."
Even when half justice has to be kept
You cannot wrong others in pain
Lashing venom, which venom, are you a snake?
Or are you Eve in that fateful garden
What of the fruit, miss woman?
What of the knowledge, miss woman?
You betrayed paradise for it, so what of it miss woman?
Bear another child, miss woman
The first is not enough miss woman
A daughter of your kind miss woman
She looks at you as she adjusts Anubis' scale, miss woman
She thinks you should be perfect miss woman
Wipe your tears miss woman
KIll your brain miss woman
To keep away pain miss woman
Do not be fucking insane miss woman
Your daughter is more insane miss woman
Brain too alive, alloted sanity eaten up
by the abnormality she reared since young
Conditioning, extreme conditioning, conditioned stupidity
it comes up as a reflex, like it is ingrained in the anatomy
Hop to the skies for her mother
Hope to the stars for her mother
Kill what her mother is for her mother
Kill what she is for her mother
Conditioned conditioning, perfect image needs extreme conditioned conditioning
The type that lets you be nocturnal
Writing pain away, with the rythym set by rats in the dark screeching away
Screech, screech, screech the black plague away
Cursed. Cursed or is it a butterfly effect of choices
Unlucky or incompetent to have your fruits taken away
by those who laboured so as to take other labourer's fruits away
You reap what you sow, well you should have sown the position of village headman
"Women to the left, men to the right"
I lead you follow, give me yours, mine is mine
What about my mother's? The maddened daughter cries for her maddened mother
What about my daughter"s? The maddened mother cries for her maddened daughter
The father still a minister, a missionary, a man who follows God's heart
So much that he becomes invisible and unseen
Shine, shine man of God's heart
If you reap heaven, ask for a new brain for your maddened daughter's maddened mother
Hers is a spoil of war, spoilt by war
Bring her back her shining heart and shining smile
Or you can bring her some abrasive words
Stronger than what her daughter has
To scrub the one she has of the filth and blood from war
Now now bring it all now
Mothers have to be happy for their daughters
As daughters have to be happy for their mothers
A dangerous see saw, if you see it come with a saw
This wooden horse sows discord it must atone
Cut it, cut it down! Leave us sprawn on the grass
Leave us, leave us like they all have done
Have they all done?
Or is it the brain on its owb that sows discord?
Kill the brain, it must atone
Do not be insane you must atone.