Find What the Gods Hid

The following poem was found in Oige's folder of music from summer 2009. No other poem was in this folder, only sheet music.

Oh! What thoughts haunt this mind

the doom of pleasure enters

Oh! What memories are poised to flood

to drown all the sinners

I pave roads not discovered

through the tangles of my mind

neglected paths are overgrown

remembrances of failures

suffering the human pain

free to go, I still remain

casting the bonds from my feet, I soar up till I meet

the searing agony of mirth

the doom in pleasure, the death in birth
(do what you will, do what you will)

search for the dread treasure
scavenge for a bone,
find what the Gods hid
you'll never make it on your own

healing blood frothing out
you got some on your shirt
I hear you scream I hear you shout
you think youre really hurt?!

struck dead by the sun, you ly on
the golden sands bleeding
there was no one you had to kill
but you feared death
alone at night you
would whimper in your bed in fear
of the hooded death. Flying through your
life running from it you were
scared. Tripping over roses and bleeding
from the thorns, make it stop O Lord
the smell of flowers was
associated with blood, sticky iron
who would have thought you
would be caught by what you devoted
your life to out running.
you failed what you set out to do
and for you there is no second
chance. You were not ready now
you will forget all and come
back. Maybe you can remember what to do.