I once heard the righteous man is beset on all sides /
And at the pulp that ain't fiction, cuz the tempest we exist in /
Sprung from avarice that saturates environments /
We're asking why the birdsong emanates from the cage /
But never why the caged bird was caged in the first place /
Sometimes it's more than just a case of the Mondays /
And other days I just need a blunt /
Some days I'd rather not get up, but wallow in the cotton /
Cuz I fought and lost, and I'm lonelier than Lucifer /
I allude to her to mark the solace and the chaos /
Coexisting in the eye of the Eye of Jupiter /
When baristas get a coffee order wrong /
While the biggest storm in a solar orbit rages on, just notice: /
That even interstellar weather never lasts forever /
And the earth itself draws beauty from erosion /
There's a storm going on outside no man escapes from /
And you will lose some; but you will gain others /
And if you make it out the other side alive /
You will walk among the stars beyond Jupiter's Eye /
There's a storm going on outside no man escapes from /
And you will lose some; but you will gain others /
And if you make it out the other side alive /
You will sail the Cosmos beyond Juptier's Eye /
The road to hell is paved with damn good intentions if I say so myself /
We never mean to hurt the ones we do /
They usually never mean to hurt us too /
I see subliminal victims, addicted thick in a system and stuck /
That don't excuse malicious actions and thoughts /
It serves to signify the scale of the storm /
We've all been rained on /
We've all felt the gaze of Jupiter's Eye /
We've all yearned for days that lie in wait beyond /
One glass of wine is fine, but five's better /
Fair-weather family rob each other over cheddar /
Vendettas worm their way inside our nightmares /
and infect the neural network it infests if it nests there /
So we must break atmosphere /
If we ever expect to explore the universe /
Boys of like ilk are destined to become men /
The caveat is they must walk through Hell first /
I see an end to this storm planet-side and now I find myself /
Reaching for the stars with every fiber of my being /
And seeing that this tree sap stains our wooden furniture /
A hurricane of blades now adopts divine meaning /
So I'm bleeding still today, but I consider that a victory /
Despite the fact that marriage of relief and guilt have mixed in me /
Cuz who's to say what that I deserve escape from the litany /
Of elements affecting scores of innocents with misery? /
I see the forest for its facets and inhabitants /
Conflicted whether wolf should eat and orphan Br'er Rabbit's kids /
Cuz that's how it happens—it's a perfect world for massochists /
Gluttons eat the hungry and pretend they're not the savages /
The Eye of Jupiter is swallowing Terra /
It rages on the outside and it warps the interior /
It swirls inclement, violent and intense,
So it helps to have the mindset that your scars make you beautiful /

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