- Christian Ray C. Licen-
Swish…Wish… Bite…Might… Juice… Loose
Doo-doo-dooo. Dee-dee-dee .Du-dum-dum
Doo-dee-dum
Oh, the world is an apple everyday
To keep the doctors far, far, away
And this world sells apples to put up the show
And you’ll bite ‘til you drop its heavenly blow
Flow, oh, garden- paradise, the apple tree grows,
Atop its branches stood a Red, Red post!
And how this of the grower of the apples had greenish loops crept
Is nothing we know but in Genesis kept!
And the grower says, “Cometh dear shepherds of the Flock,
This apple will keepeth you stronger as the Rock,
Maketh you right, Maketh you might
Be this night as men should know, the women bite!
Woman/Men: Oh, we had eaten the fruit forbidden,
Meat by meat, flesh by flesh awakening, bare and bold;
How naked are we, how this shall be hidden,
For I Fear the doom as the Might and Right had warned and told!
Ego of Regret:
And were they driven unto the barren field;
To earn their bread a-dessert labor,
Nowhere had defeat and triumph dissevered,
These impostors embedded by the Creator.
[Repeat Chorus]
The world rolls down its boulders
From a steep thorny carriage unto their shoulders
Where innocence pours a gesture of toxic curiosity
Where truth is gulped by a slice of mockery
Where desperations are deluded by fantasy
Where façade is the ticket to every spree
In every stake of breath
We live no life that’s ours
But a dream of a single death
Cursed by sufferings and wars
Poor Street Child:
I am nowhere to be found
But on the streets wandering
Every bite of the night,
Or the day’s chaining fright,
No bread in my pocket
Is heaving!
Why in a fisherman’s table
I fish no tons of meal?
Or even a stevedore’s son
Still brains are an empty load of cargoes and steel?
Ego of Darkness:
Come near me, wretch, so poor fate
And renounce your woes and trouble
Your desperate plight I pay a treat
Only if you thieve a pocket handful!
Ego of Regret:
With no second thoughts
The poor unfortunate stripling trailed
A handful pockets ceased and usurped
And his famine-days fed his kin a meaty-cursed-pride
But on the very last breathe of his fight
Laid bloody-stained on the jails of contrite
[Repeat Chorus]
Lewd Man:
Why art my wife, I find no pleasure
Or is it I who sought no closure?
I must in euphoria raise on pedestal-high
Even if it takes me wanton lies!
Why art woman my weakest armor?
Why art they whom my libidos boil and beseech?
Aren’t from the daybreak they shone sweeter and deadlier
That in me lamed the flames of sexual speech?
Ego of Darkness:
Come near me, wretch, so poor fate
And renounce your woes and trouble
And to your desire, a courtesan-rate
The night in frenzy yours to stumble
Ego of Regret:
Countless nights of scorching ecstasy
Ignited a brazen flare of callousness,
His life he wallowed in miseries,
And his family is left with shadow-filth extremities
Smitten from a thousand barbed agonies,
But the verdict succumbs in bars, he a prison make,
Chained by hunger and thirst,
Repentance to take,
[Repeat Chorus]
Broken Teenager:
I was once The Victor from my scholarly days
As my name resounds beauty, glory and praise
I triumphed from the battles of everyday sweat
Like a gallant Captain where fame and honor abet
On air, on sea, in excellence I command
Never shall I fall on the defeated sunken land
But as I withdraw the fleets, little did I know
Myself anchored on the braces of my fellow
That single night of complete surrender
Is now a lifetime distress so-bitter
And they, the mob, speak in despicable tongues
Where my soul is devoured, disparaged and tormented of my wrongs
Neither he nor my spring of my refuge is nowhere to find,
Shall I cease this paining episode cramming on my mind?
Where on these corners would this baby breathe life,
If on the very dawn of the lantern’s eve be suffering-rife?
Ego of Darkness:
Come near me, wretch, so poor fate
And renounce your woes and troubles
Why make so pity your life?
If you can tie a knot to end the blistering strife!
Ego of Regret:
And she, in still waters sunk deep,
Effervescing the very air that dissipates
From within her delicate weak spirit,
For the phantoms of darkness creep,
Unto her sinews which obliterates
And her loose head entwined and split.
[Repeat Chorus]
Broken Teenager:
Broken dreams, broken family
Where am I to place?
I am but a broken piece of story
So unloved, rejected, left without a trace!
Whom shall I find strength?
Whom shall I seek redress?
I am nothing, merely a brittle shadow bent,
Thirsty for attention, love and caress!
They give me money, yes, a pocket full
And I squander and run the banks unaided
But still it cannot equal for love is the rule
If only they knew i'd be tattered, torn and wasted!
Ego of Darkness:
Come near me, wretch, so poor fate
And renounce your woes and trouble
The world is too small for you to fret
I give you my company who knows no regret!
Ego of Regret:
With her little mind, unknowingly did danger hover,
The company she sought, friendship she thought was but a shady corner
And in her extreme ecstasy
Shackled and drooling in the seedbed of brain malady.
[Repeat Chorus]
The Gambler:
Abracadabra, this stupid game of cards
Is but a Royal magic enchanting,
My life at stake a million bills and wards
Is the horror every gambler keeps haunting
Where now shall I mold my pot?
Where now shall I pay my price?
I have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Nowhere to trail, nowhere to ride
Where my people I feed a multitude of promises
To rule supreme from the heel of Achilles
Shall it be to their labor, I seek repay?
I, sworn of Thetis', am but right to my will with no delay!
Where now the Joker spits his jests deride
For now, I’m left with no Aces to abide
No clues of the people I once trust
For now, they forsake me, in defeat an orphan disgust!
Ego of Darkness:
Come near me, wretch, so poor fate
And renounce your woes and troubles
Decline not in my offer hesitate
For in my bidding is the promise of royal crowns, aces and nine marbles.
Ego of Regret:
And this man, once sand storm blown
Again, his desires given and shown
Over and over time recounts itself
No pauses, no blows
But a reeling turn of speed throws
His land had buried him a sentence
And his family shielded no word
And the crown once bestowed shunned
Had him redeemed in the name of the Lord.
[Repeat Chorus]
To these people who bite the world
An apple- red, succulent and fair;
May know how mundane is that world in despair
In its flesh disgorge the ails and frails
On the dusk of remorse, travails and bewails.
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