Oathborn And Burnt Out

Bless all the uncanny conduits with nitrogen and halothane 

Having spent all your bloody life imagining the look of space travel

Beware becoming bountifully burnt out from said wary wallflower

Pontificate on your compassion and hope within the regal kantele

Explore this rocky mantle protected by light moss and gravel 

In your crimson moccasins manipulating the mycelial membrane

Meant to disturb through a lack of sonic booms portraying how all is well

Force yourself to ask if you too are afraid and if you would embrace death

As organically oathborn we do not answer through pride and power 

People pleasing turns souls vulnerably vile into dank dragonsbreath

Halt the primary script since you blew it all up at the citadel

Choose life so that a memory inside a memory will remain

© Niklen 9/24/26