Metaphors for the ones who burn

4/23 - Eden's Harp

Music is the blindest form of nationalism
It attaches itself to a cause
Without directly addressing what the cause itself is

Music forms an opioidic reverie
Which breeds in the realm of fantasy
And which contrasts to the dark reality
Which is consumed by war and tyrants

Music itself is not reality
And cannot represent a reality
So dull and full of suffering

Music then must be a gift from Heaven
And from the Harp in the Garden Of Eden
Yet Music and Heaven rarely coincide with reality
But may instead attach to the purest part of our Hearts
Where they bacterialize and ferment in our blindest joy

Tragically, works of Music and Heaven
Rarely make it past the heart's walls
Without being sieged by barrages of arrows
Which kill the Cupid-song upon escape
from the Heart and unto Earth's realm

Too few of Cupid's seeds ever sow
In the arid soil of this Fallen World.
Yes, this must be the greatest Tragedy of Man:
His inability to bring Eden back to Earth