890 ?“Wow” I said “T.S. that’s really unfortunate
The way these cats are twisted up is very cruel”
Stumbling slowly round a massive course circular and flat
Heads between their legs like some contortionist fool
Their tears leaking back into their ears
“These are those unfortunates who sought to use the arcane tool
Of the future to seek fortune through their years
Those who twist the spirit to gain
Will always wind up in hell’s gears”
I said “this seems excessive for fortune tellers’ lane”
He said “you’re not seeing the whole show
All seek the future but the difference is plain
Of those who seek the path they go
And those who seek fortune in the paths of others
Too many are led astray by what they claim to know
The future is denied the sisters and brothers
of the fall: we should not seek to co-opt what we lost
Nor should we contribute to another’s
confusion in facing roads not yet crossed
We should seek to live in our own time
We should seek only our own costs
And he said finish up your twentieth rhyme
And let’s get on with the ever descending climb
This song is part of a series loosely based on Dante's Inferno. You can read an essay about this series here. You can read a more general explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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