The Chamelon, its Tongue and the Critic

[7SOR]

The circle forms.
Nay, no one is to be critical towards the patterns of the chameleon.
What place does it have to speak however,
when it has never had the role to don a face piece of which no soul has any interest.

The mask of a critic is not produced in the womb,
but rather provoked by the duplicities of the one whose blood runs frigid.
Should such a task fall upon the shoulders
or outline of the face in this particular circumstance of the inquisitive?
The inquisitive who questioned the chameleon's actions and sincerity.
The inquisitive who dared question morality after viewing the foreshadowing of the raven.
Props to the scheme in which the playwright directs. Props to the scheme.
The wearer of the mask possesses two eye holes,
both of which have been gouged and received Judas' kiss to heal the sores.
Such bitter lips should never be embraced,
though it's inevitable that some unfortunate character will be written off and thrown aside as an understudy.
What a traitor, nothing more.

Listen here dear chameleon,
although the gods of which you are ignorant towards smile upon you,
they too can accommodate their appearance to what of their will.
They will inexorably rip out your tongue of which your pride emits and abandon you in the dirt for the sands of time to sculpt your indefinite resting place.
Your many spots and colors shall rot from your body in disgust. Your frozen blood will melt and scold within the scorching distress of a ball of searing flames.

Hopefully,
these words are not denounced as a frail and spiteful wind. I do not mean to discomfort you chameleon,
nor your tongue.

[Seafroggys]

Really heavy piece of work, I like it.

But in the context of music, I cannot see how something like this can flow. Its too heavy, too cumbersome, the lines are too long.

If you can make it work, great. But I can't reallysee it as a song.

[7SOR]

It's a work in progress ;)