im captured
stuck in this fen
this fen of confusion and hurt

we had to absquatulate
im wishing for a thaumaturgy
dont they see we are copacetic together

this selcouth relationship we have
i zetetic some way out of this
a way for this to be excepted

but this is just the ord
the ord of a trail of upturned beaks and hateful sneers
the ord of what we call fate.

why must there be this unwanted wrath
this unwanted hurt
why are we so unwanted

this is us not them
this is a relationship no one can understand but us
this is something worth fighting for.