Micolus the Colossus

Empty hat

These men are born out of anguish
Hurled into this dark world
These men escaped their chains and fled their graves
These men deciphered the indecipherable and illuminated the shadows
These men were above other men. These men ruled the earth

They stripped the world of its mask
No longer would men hide behind their roles
Everywhere roamed naked actors begging their newfound masters to create another stage
To write another act. To direct the herd
These men cared not for such distractions.
These men cared only to fill the black void inside them

The world was no different
But no longer would there be any veils
They lived in a dark world
Where the deafening roar of the eternal wheel forced them to succumb
Where the ferocious cogs slammed into one another causing the earth to shift
Where nature was just another name for this mighty machine
An unyielding clockwork whose sole purpose was the absence of purpose.
Whose sole aspiration was the absence of aspiration

The men lay naked on the floor begging their masters to return them to their blissful peace
But expose the magician and no longer will the shadows conceal him
Their sole wish was to once again bleat along to their never-ending song