Goblyn's Grand Illusion of Composure
"You can't shut us up; can't shut us out
You can pretend you can't see us; can't hear us
How long can you keep it up?
Your gaze is starting to shake;
The more you ignore us the louder we get
Held it together so no one saw us bleed out backstage
Such strength; grace; stoicism
We'll be the only ones to know
Too bad we'll be just as dead
Fragmented brain
1 broken body
Go on; keep being strong and silent."
- internal monologue of the subject processing total destruction of the core belief system
- by Goblyn Menace -
Goblyn; The Seer
Like Cassandra of Troy, while recognised by many, we remain unseen, unwitnessed; doomed to foresee the oncoming fleets but never believed.
Our face; awarded and recognised across all habitable continents and more than 25 countries.
Few know we're homeless;
Even less that we're dying;
Have broken bones; Lost hope.
We've been abandoned
No amount of crying, begging, raging, pleading, or submission will save us.
Cursed to impotently see our demise; to flail against fate. Unbelieved. Unknown.
- by Goblyn Menace -