~the Muzzled Conductor~ Poem by E Nigma

It's about time to tip these scales
Blind beauty can you hear me?
The weight of this world isn't enough
Yours truly, try to seduce me

I walk on the backs of angels wings
Keep singing, sing freely
When you need a hand come choose me
For I'm leading, not nearly

It's about time to clip these wings
For it's healing you must believe me
Let those weak say I am strong
Your roaming's now viewed more keenly

Wandering closely toward an edge
The thoughts appealing just what is falling
A second death, A second breath
I'm bleeding why didn't you catch me

A mere misplacing of a net
Miscalculation at it's best
To justify the means of an end
The secret treaty in the beginning

The council votes, commencement descends
A scapegoat,1 death, unlocked this dimension
The limbonic cycle ends

Listen closely now you are seeing
Looking closely now you are being