Condescending down the stair, a funeral.

[Dorsum Oppel]

Condescending down the stairs,
I'm condescending down the stairs,
My heart works at the stairwell
Moving 'bout real fast and heavy,
falling, falling, down a hole.
no
time
no
place.

Light and subtle is my touch,
stone to flesh and bone and flush,
I link
arms
with my
bro
ther.
Emerge into a throbbing heart
the wooden blood sets us apart,
I call
out
to my
bro
ther.He screams and flails
around real fast,
and the lion king,
sets up for mass,
tonight
we hold
a fun
eral.
Wrapping me all up in cloth,
transparent as my
for
told
fate.
the kings and queen
begin
to dance.
Snouts and muzzles paws and tails,
the wooden circus begins to blaze,
my brothers spark
ignite
ed
us.

The burning army carries me,
into the clock, to burry me,
with my
grandfather
I rest,
not long.Condesceing down the stairs,
I'm condescending down the stairs,
I know
what I got
was coming
to me.