Despite their golden heritage
They shuffle down desperate halls
Hemmed in by the dark effluvia of despair
The stem of their priceless lotus germinating all the same
Flowering above the mud of mediocrity.
The overcast skies of envy veil their radiance
Causing the budding sun to cower in misery
Demystifying the mystery of inspiration
Through rising tides of desperation.
The masses generate the thick hides of condescension
Barely tolerating the superlative talent
Burying the gem under truckloads of under-evaluation.
The society of pirates feasts on the mine all the same
Discarding the hen
Venerating the eggs
Poisoning the source with dregs.
At last the star expires
All from sleep suddenly aroused
Spilling tears of false loss
Showering grimaces and plastic flowers on waves of receding excellence
Condescending to wave an adieu requiem,
The troubling giant no more upsetting the status quo.
In falsehood the brotherhood glorifies what they have not
Condemned by their secret hatred of merit
Refuting the rightful heir from inheriting glory in life,
Secretly pleased the giant collapsed gaunt.
All seek to purify guilt in false glorification of departed sun
Rejoicing in elaborate smoke screens
Veiling the truth that none will praise,
The genius suddenly resurrecting
Putting all once more into their withering shadows.
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